The Anti-Christ II

You beast of democracy,
Destroyer of Virgins,
Canonizing triviality in the name of fair love!
I abhor your indifference,
Your rough riding spirit.
Go away from my window,
Leave my accounts alone.
You can steal my identity
But never my heart.
It extends beyond what you can document and control.

I sing for the power democratic from the self-knowledge view,
That loves generously and rightly
All the wind through the grass,
And every hole in the trees;
The power who feels sunlight on the iris,
To be intrinsic in reedeming the mind.

Lavish halls of lavish dancing
In the Garden of thought
Weave through a cornucopia of breeding
In the loquatious night of self-serving intellectualism.
I love it all - every shallow, hollow word
Feigning to be deeper than the Mariana Trench
And more profound than the moon.
I love them because they are trying to be something,
Because they are from voices of people I love -
Creatures of flesh who think as they live
When approached by and witness to things
Not understood that yet glow.

But the dark abyss of information
With its unruly angler fish bioluminesent hunt
Angles us in to disconnected devouring.
Are we yet dead? No, just in the stomach of the fish,
Flirting with its acid and mingling with wires.
We are thoroughly modern Jonah,
But no God will save us -
We wait for Pinnochio in the dark,
Disconnected, alone, hoping we'll be made real too.


09/09