Anthem of Hunger
Whenever clocks in the lost lands strike midday,
the noons boil over into the heat of the work day,
then tremulous tunes across the land arise
from deep within many a potly belly.
The tunes start off distant and doleful
like thunders in diminuendo across grand canyons
then climax in a grand grumbling crescendo
like a thousand funerary drums under thundering thuds.
Then is when the multitudinous pair of parched lips
split into gaping yawns to sing without words
the one minute chorus in the anthem of hunger
composed inside the voicy bowels of various pot bellies.
The Sources of Myth
Where grasses are stout with prime health,
leaves a lot greener than the rest;
Where grasses sway neither to whirlwinds
nor wailing storms with hails;
when with metal nails of ritual hoes
on earth’s navel we excise the right holes,
reach we may the divine tablets of skeleton
whereon they lay the history of myth.
Halves of Truth
Destiny is to Humanity,
as Time to Infinity.
Program'd is one Primate,
into Divinity to Mutate.
Genesis
Of Mother Earth’s umbilicus,
Delphi is its locus.
The Adam and the Eve,
had they too a navel each?
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