Thursday, June 26

(sias)

Une petite mort.

Beneath the heavens
There are demons of both sexes
Not out to charm or sway opinions
Not to issue hexes or
Drag you to their dominions
Rather they are ordinary people
With a void where their heart should be
This isn't me.

But beneath overcast skies
Small Hitlers get by
With hungry gleams in their eyes
It could be your lifelong friend
Your lover you'd cling to til the end
It could be your own kin
But demons are not interested in
Anything but your destruction.

Above the sky there are angels
Who are powerless to stop these demons
Who are very pretty to look at
For an hour or two
Until they lose interest in you
And carry on grooming their wings
Creatures made for higher things
Than your little death brings.

And above all in this play
There is both God and Devil,
Two-faced embodiment of absolute
Apathy within the universe.
It doesn't care if you're here nor there
If you're devoured or your spared
And its head spins around with frowns
And the wicked smiles of mirthless clowns.


6 comments:

Hans said...

cruel world, selfish egos, control freaks, and wicked clowns. stop the world and let me off!

except on the other side of the coin the world is a good place with good people.

yin, yang. good, evil. balance.

Metamatician said...

Sometimes you find balance and then it's tolerable.

I don't think it's balanced for everyone, only en masse, but maybe I have a bad attitude.

I have a reason to right now. Life sucks the life out of people who try too hard to be good.

Hans said...

it sure seems that way sometimes. Takes a thick head and thick skin to be successful - but that's just one way of living. Others live to find the beauty in the junk yard of life.

Metamatician said...

I guess so.

Hans said...

your painting is very good - it reminds me of the ghost of gollum, but I think in this case, it could stand for innocence gone wrong.

Metamatician said...

I like that comment.

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