The coloured yonder, blots from
afar a wail,
A visage of marvel, spotted out
dark,
Leading a road to the parts which
pale,
Nestling beneath foliage, the
infant, hurting and stark,
Dancing around the nest, in
blissful ignorant glee,
Creatures hideous, shaming
unabashedly, even the ugly,
Playing a dirge, for even the
birds, animals, life to flee,
Pricking the innocent, bleeding
it snugly.
A creature
close, bites upon the nape, gnarls,
Off with the child, in pursuit the others,
Into an edifice, adorns it,
crosses and stars enthrals
From Zion, drop indulgent, faith
induced feathers
Permanence of which, unbeknownst
to it, imbibes the child,
By providence, its birth, to the
cross, star, moon or sun,
The infinite sands, each grain upon,
echoes no in mild,
Deities, snatching from the
abstract, from which none run.
The nape, another creature,
inherits now to bleed,
From the crosses, sprouts the
anteroom, inscribed paper,
Fables for posterity, mythical
rules into, they feed,
Who is a king, cyclical lives
profound, who the leper.
To the innocent, stories,
supposed values, ingrained
Each paper, a brick to the
edifice, bolstering the height,
The mind, a prison, each fable
the bars framed,
A library, the members,
foundations for the upheaving might.
The nape, another creature,
accepts now to bleed,
Excerpts of the texts, read between the lines,
To perform acts, to endear with
water or reed,
In absentia, the fears of
condemned, upon, the ritual dines,
Words with meaning, now archaic,
followed unknown,
Once told for
sanity, now told to the blind,
Stagnant, incorrigible, in spite of the times
flown,
Commanding obedience, boundaries
for the mind.
The nape, another creature, leads
not to bleed,
Practices of the
yore, descending from the kings,
Elevation of the sophisticated, plebeians
wherein to weed,
Marks of humans, violation of
other kingdoms, their links.
Once done, twice repeated,
forever they live,
To the innocent, taught it a
rule, for it to break
Others of innocence, a cardinal
sin they give,
The spirit, once shone, succumbed
now, to the fake.
The nape, another creature,
passed now to bleed,
The graveyard, etched upon
stones, humanity,
Its deeds, misdeeds, highs and conquering
its need,
Mistakes for victors, richness of
learning, for others, vanity,
Within wailing, is it taught, the
tales of heroes,
Villains,
martyrs and empires, all human,
A glorified past, vast lands torn, endless
rows,
Cares it not, to create its
history, will be done.
The nape, another creature, pulls
now to bleed,
A cellar, brimming with gems,
bones and gold,
Though menacing, the creature,
its efforts bewilder greed,
Knows not the child, the
treasures which unfold,
Relentless, the creature, plagues
the innocence till grown,
The glitters of the Earth,
familiar now, a little less
Shine and allure, the want of
which leaves forlorn,
Innocence into desire, for its
life, it to digress.
The wailing worse, darkening the
bright day,
Splattered blood, upon it, the
creatures cherish,
Vapours red, calling upon more,
to the innocence fray,
Clinging onto it, infecting the
world, the relish.
The creatures, the plagues,
brazen and bold,
Never to be expunged, else the
innocent flourish,
Knowing of religion, texts, past
and gold,
Nonetheless, not enraptured the
creatures, its wish.
- Victor Van Volkner
