2008-7-31 rant

fool, fool, thou art full of lies, dust and flies
do not desecrate what you do not know
—man of dust, you do not know—
Neither do you sow, but lay upon the ground the center of the road,
where carts repeat to roll
Let those reap your fallen body in the ground,
seeds that have sown, tears that have grown, No
you brought flies even when you were alive
–so that you may lie here alone. yet
I have seen the sun, felt the rain, run
—against and with the wind
Fought, bled, died; begun again.
Sown my self, my blood, my tears—yes
I have whispered to the stars
(as night air sang among the trees)
yes, I have seen the sky
(alone, when men can cry)
when she covers herself with veil and
when she laughed and kissed and cried.
No she is not the day
She shows herself to men at night
—you thought you knew—but did not
—how can you when you refused to see the light?
She is harsh and cruel to those who refuse to know
to try to ever see
—how can they when they are blind?—
but I cannot ask what I cannot understand.
So you think you have seen the sun—which dries up water and continues to run.
you think you’ve seen the night—who hates the light
and loves fresh blood flown.
Oh fool! You have never seen the day or dark that you hate so well.
Flies eat flesh, as those who love death, and hate yourself.
Fool! you actually believe you are rotting, flesh which can pollute a well, block the feet of man to pass, cry against the living life by smell
but you do not know—even yourself—
if only that you were!
There is only a pile of dust
Nothing more, nothing less.
but what is blown away by wind,
Carried across the field, and seen no more
is wet by rain for fields of grass
and under which men pass.