Ivan Karamazov
08-16-2004, 02:03 AM
Years ago a majestic spinning speck of dust
found another speck of dust and experienced what can be called "dust lust."
Other specks joined in on the fun and eventually a whirling ball of mud was formed.
Out of the mud sprang glorious fields, misty valleys, vast seas with splashing fish.
(I don't know who it was, or what, but some seed was planted a long time back. Some notion of some dreadful idea. Something changed hands while two heads nodded, a glimpse of a twinkle in two eyes was exchanged--innocent, I'm certain.)
Years ago a general crossed a stream
and founded an empire.
Gradually, his enemies were trod under hooves and heels
Until the very last defiant scepter had clinked on bloodied marble
And the last defiant lungs uttered a shriek and then slumbered.
For years onward his domains changed shape, and soon were replaced altogether by others.
The web of lines in the sand, over the years, squiggled and slithered;
appearing like an enourmous web waving in the breeze.
Years ago a grimy mob enveloped
the streets of the cities.
And what in those days developed
put the future at ease.
They learned ballistics, tactics, statistics, and war
so their children may learn art and drama and music.
In the name of the future, the babies were kissed and the colors waved.
In the name of the future, the rocketships went and the mothers prayed.
In the name of the future, the future was saved.
A thumping heart stumbled through the streets in the dark.
Sunken eyes looked up to the stars, while thirsty throat attempted a scream.
He looked down at the dusty street and would have cried had his dusty eyes had tears.
From his grave sprung the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen.
found another speck of dust and experienced what can be called "dust lust."
Other specks joined in on the fun and eventually a whirling ball of mud was formed.
Out of the mud sprang glorious fields, misty valleys, vast seas with splashing fish.
(I don't know who it was, or what, but some seed was planted a long time back. Some notion of some dreadful idea. Something changed hands while two heads nodded, a glimpse of a twinkle in two eyes was exchanged--innocent, I'm certain.)
Years ago a general crossed a stream
and founded an empire.
Gradually, his enemies were trod under hooves and heels
Until the very last defiant scepter had clinked on bloodied marble
And the last defiant lungs uttered a shriek and then slumbered.
For years onward his domains changed shape, and soon were replaced altogether by others.
The web of lines in the sand, over the years, squiggled and slithered;
appearing like an enourmous web waving in the breeze.
Years ago a grimy mob enveloped
the streets of the cities.
And what in those days developed
put the future at ease.
They learned ballistics, tactics, statistics, and war
so their children may learn art and drama and music.
In the name of the future, the babies were kissed and the colors waved.
In the name of the future, the rocketships went and the mothers prayed.
In the name of the future, the future was saved.
A thumping heart stumbled through the streets in the dark.
Sunken eyes looked up to the stars, while thirsty throat attempted a scream.
He looked down at the dusty street and would have cried had his dusty eyes had tears.
From his grave sprung the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen.