Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Sunday, September 02, 2012

God's Song to His Children


people are an inconvenience
they just get in the way
trying to shop at the market
there is hell to pay
they are shoving carts along
like the bulls in Spain
people are a pain in the ass
they just get in the way

people are a danger 
to the harmony
from high on the mountains 
down to the sea
if you find them in the desert
just leave them be
the wind and the rain
will set them free

i am the god of the covenant
i am the one, i am the one
i am the god of the covenant
i live deep inside of the sun
when you're a god
you can burn for fun
i live deep inside
inside of the sun

people are a crime 
but i am the thief
i steal their lives
like a side of beef
they piss and moan
and hide in the dark
i should have left them
off of Noah's ark

can i tell you
just the other day
a child was starving
he turned to clay
he died in the street
they let him be
the wind and the rain
will set him free

i am the god of the covenant
i am the one, i am the one
i am the god of the covenant
i live deep inside of the sun
when you're a god
you can burn for fun
i live deep inside
inside of the sun

fire and rain
dust and drought
wind made of knives
the blood runs out
there on the sands
the bones of man
a broken shelter
the soul's last stand
fire and rain
fire and rain
fire and rain
the bones of man
a broken shelter
the soul's last stand
people are an inconvenience
they just get in the way


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2 Comments:

At 7:09 AM, Blogger Lowell said...

Good god, this is a fantastic piece of poetry! You've put into a few words the conception of Yahweh by those ancient semitic nomads who thought the "covenant" was a pretty great deal 'cause it protected them, but it really didn't 'cause Yahweh was easily pissed.

I'd love to reprint this on my Creative Confections blog, even though it puts my poetry in a rather dismal light...that is, if you'd agree.

Best wishes!

Lowell

 
At 8:15 AM, Blogger mjs said...

Yes, by all means Lowell! Sorry I am slow to respond--I come by here about once a week or so...

Thanks again for your interest--the idea of god is a kind of putty, unless your group decides it has the pure truth, in which case the putty is turned into brittle stone.

 

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