Behind Stone Tablets...
Cathedral. Synagogue. and Mosque
The Tombs of my Destruction..these Damned Temples and the rest
Led flocks into malfunction and starved the infant of the female breast.
They
Spun their stories ...tyrannies with such conviction..
Flexing their muscles in a bandaged bid for power
They had bold tenet only the guilty spin
To cover up the cracks and chinks
Of the obvious flaws in their testimony...
....which I call blasphemy. I spit on dust
And therein lie their mocking grains...
I have wandered thru cold deserts many times..sought information where I could find it
... behind stone tablets ...beneath the wing in flight..
.....hiding in the rubble of so many broken things.
...I tore false labels from old artifacts... renamed them in my mind
Saw things with my own brain and not the crooked eyes of chroniclers
They blabber on for now.... Popes and Kings.... Lords and Bankers
But in the end as Maya said...We shall rise...
Yes we shall rise and cast them down where they belong..
We shall open up the Pomegranate... and out will burst the seeds
Hey....Let the juices flow to nourish us...
Tear the baby from that phantom’s breast with its poisoned...it’s man made milk
Feed from the essence..and .....
Watch the child walk out from unlit shade into a more hopeful day...
From obscurity into the unobscured.
Cathedral Synagogue and Mosque
And the rest...cast off your ancientness...the laws of lunatics...
Your time is over...
You are mere bricks and mortar...stale air within
It’s time for you to go...and let it be today....and not tomorrow.
kristine byrne 19th july...2011