Empires and empires
Kings and kings
Build upon this capstone earth
Toil and strife
Paving and conquering as they see fit
Constant progression towards...what is it?
Civilization they say,
Freedom they say
But how civil are they, how civil are we,
And what constitutes civility?
With childlike mentality
to see a shape, we imitate
assuming, knowing it's ours to build upon, perfect.
The trees our father felled reached once so high,
Now reach no more but lay flat in a kind of box
And we live inside.
A camp which so unnatural, nature doth destroy;
Waters rust and moths destroy.
II.
The pebbles cast the smallest
shadows as
the pit-pat of ragged shoes sound
past the picket-white fence
The vagrant's footsteps pause to scratch to
scratch his itching foot;
notices the one piece fallen off and cast into the lawn
by some long gone hand
Brother if you ask but for a hand with which to mend this broken fence
This man he's a-knockin' and you'd do good to let him in.
But each house passed
might as well be boarded up,
doors, shut up like clams, brother tell me
what's that pearl you guard!
Pride and shame,
Pride or shame.
III.
(this one i've already posted so i won't bore you with a repeat)
IV.
You were comfortable
like a familiar chair
like the one that used to sit here in this corner
but more like the one in the tenderloin
and they've since remodeled here anyways
and they changed the paint
and I want things to be how they used to be;
comfortable like that chair.
I saw a recent picture of you
and you had your hair cut short again
like you did back then.
V.
A simple little point to be made,
a thought to be observed;
how while mothers and fathers
spoke indoors of things over
papers with pens like a negotiation
their sons and daughters ran and played in the grass.
