Sunday, March 13, 2011

Wage Peace

Nietzsche left big sky, long grass
in the space devoid of God.
Will to power is not a mad man
it is man, mad. and guns. The voices
of rustling grass from the graves
of lesser deaths, millions strong,
leaves of grass.

The Old Order too, shaman, priest
summon sun, rain, son, reign,
lesser deaths, sacrifice, wafer, grain.
Sustenance more than wheat
incantations less than words
or more.

Why do we insist noise is voice?
The wind chimes tinkle
waves lap lap lap lap
as Lion's tongue waiting for Gazelle
to thirst too. Our needs are animal,
plant, stars, earth,
love, immortality. Life.

By Phil Specht on Mar 13, 2011

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