Tuesday, July 18, 2017

La Petite Chambre

~ 1 ~
Within the camera lies a small chamber,
Inside this petite chambre is a room,
Therein a miniscule maid in waiting
Holds her breath for a diminutive queen.
Inspiration comes as she gasps for air,
None know her spirit for conspiracy.
Spirit blows into the lungs of young men,
Patiently waiting for war to begin,
Ignorant of the drama that unfolds,
Riddles the flesh to allow blood to flow
In strange rivulets along desert sands,
Theatre troupes enter streams of applause
Aspire to attain a hero's welcome,
Solemnity for soldiers who expire,
Prison for deserters as for cowards.
Inhale the stench of putrescent corpses,
Release the dogs to attack the vultures,
Exhale the wind to sweep all four corners.
~ 2 ~
Answer the call of duty if summoned,
Nevermind if the diminutive queen
Summons men and women to die in war,
Were they not to fight in battles for G-d,
Eclipse the sun with just a crescent moon,
Relish the irony of the same G-d.
Empire against empire, G-d favors none,
Mother Mary, pray for us sinners, now...
Pray to G-d, as man preys upon mankind,
Insolent wretch, the king is but sleeping,
Read the newspapers to believe in facts,
Errors made irrevocable by time.
Summon all boys over the age of twelve:
Under the law, the diminutive queen
Mandates all teenage sons of Ireland
Must appear before a royal magistrate.
Orders not upheld are punishable
No less than thirty days in the stockade.
~ 3 ~
Twelve year-old boys ingest apprehension
With pitchforks of ominous forboding,
Eating fear and anxiety salads
Leaves shards of obsidian glass flowing
Volcanically through their long intestines
Erupting from their anuses as rocks.
Ingest the extrusive igneous rocks,
Noble magma molten in a chamber,
Gabbro overlaid the maid in waiting,
Explosion after explosion eject
Streams of lava, saturates the image,
Tephra layers the photograph in ash.
Shards upon shards of pyroclasts litter
Horizons of temporal mountainside,
Airborne projectiles inside the belly
Release markers of chronological
Descent, the diminutive queen decides
Slurry with felsic lava on top slides.
~ 4 ~

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