Posted on April 20, 2013April 15, 2021 FANFARE FOR THE COMMON MAN You, who have taken God from her forest taken her and clothed her in items of your choosing Jewels and houses she would eschew. Put a gun in her hand put her sons in foreign lands – all In the name of her father. You, who have twisted her words to create the leviathan called modern culture. You, who walk the street undercover of pinstripes and attaché and a business card for proof, and privilege. You, who cannot judge the passing smell oozing (a fragrance?) from the carcass of your dying civilization Yet you judge. Fear. Please do. For someone has sallied the rope Spanning the crevasse between man and the super man. Someone knows that side of the swampy abyss and It’s folly: You, making it yours with every sweep of arm and voice. You, who strive to be occupied with life’s banquet As you jockey for position and invent for convenience determining closeness to your God. Surprise! When the female of the species, (Fear this) with her patterned wings, rises from the swamp and with nothing more than her sense organs drives you back to the craggy edges of your success. It is she (not you) who will enact the inevitable: extinction through natural selection. She worries not. Moving from host to host she will ensure that you and your super-kindred, in attending this banquet, will surely sit and starve. 0.000000 0.000000 Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike Loading...