Fore Fathers drawing paths with pens
Precedence prior to grounded feet, or dry ink on paper
Youthful indoctrination, bathe the babe
Embedded longing for autonomous coupling
Pauper to Prince
Illusions and tunnel visions, white horses
Slaying personal demons, kissing frogs
Trials and tribulations for fairytale prizes:
Non-existential sleeping beauties, open eyes
Tending to the army, clones we create
Lost in secession:
The Self, The Cause
Stagnate States in the maths of our mind
A House, multiply and divide
Have we no civility, chivalry?
These wars fought in two story castles
Upon fields in our backyards, lawns
Artillery fire via formerly friendly mouths
A portrait that hangs on Stonewall:
Painting of our blue and grey dispositions
Still frame of echoed arguments, repercussions
High watermark dreams without fruition
Frontline sights and smells,
Front porch smoke plumes
Skirmish ash remnants, the fumes
From a once fine cigar
Bayonets!
The cannon fodder we serve
Mindless drivel for the cerebellum
Severing the farce Union we longed to create
Slaves to our own institutions
Fall in line
Carry the sword from diamond stone
Worshipping coins sans accountability
Congratulations and Salutations are in order
Sign here, Pendragon
Ex-Calibur strikes true
Welcome to Camelot
Byran,
ReplyDeleteGreat Sardonic post. I relish in yout words. I was reminded of the War Prayer by Mark Twain.
ha...if only the camelot were not ruled by the king that we are...clones indeed...smiles.
ReplyDelete@Sean & @Brian, thanks for the commentary, friends. To Sean, I take that with the utmost of compliments, especially in the essence of Mr. Clemens final line. Brian, 'tis true, we are bred for the machines, it now may seem.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate how you consider the collective delusions of cultural myth to influence young minds—probably why I like the line "Non-existential sleeping beauties," so much. Compelling poetry, Byran.
ReplyDeleteYour title pulls the poem full circle and then back again. Am I suspended in history? Yes with this whirlwind - indeed
ReplyDeletethanks for the One Shot and for joining us it is an honor to have your words
Moondustwriter
Bravo. An excellent artistic critique of our culture's war on sanity.
ReplyDeleteexcellent stuff. I do believe we are on the same page in many respects. I like your work, Sir
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Luke @ WordSalad
Charged in so many ways with a pickett bayonet ---in just your title for this poem! I am enjoying the rich perspectives of your sharp poetry. I look forward to returning for another view.
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