Eliot - Flower Power
June 16, 2017
Is it a paranoia or psychoses That creditor, rings in rhymes with predator That drama chimes out nicely against trauma And evil turns live backwards?
That history opens out to show His Story And evolution renders out in love?
So prosecution measures up as persecution Omission photo-calls upon emission And desiccation synergises meet with desecration.
The world goes round, is whirled about the sun This is a matter of some certain substance; Sparks, energies, electric bolts, subsumed In the absorbent sink of earth
Her rage burns heartily-haywire unrestrainedly Volcanoes, and lightnings, atmospheric squalls Which men’s machines ignite under, emphatically impelled Divisions, excitations, flow towards opposing poles
In driving seats masters of things work purposively, Performing leverage, delivering manufacture, Compete, combine, do excavation; haul out wealths from mines Rich hoards of ores, rare extracts – ever gaining purchase
So long has their old digging fever pinked a spade against Time’s revenants in their generations, brought to their ragged ends Life-labouring wraith-lights, blinded in sour tears Accusing; but expostulate with stones: Hard unconcern assures against, aborts remiss; malaise And miserable conundrum make a mighty fog
This all their smart design; see here - rococo glancing feet Dance in a prancing quickstep, leave the judgement seat behind Under the world’s diurnal footlights jettisoned unnoted:
He that would sees Vistas shut down so mercenary by hermetic postulations Using fair tropes, dress codes, and then the chain store pharmacies;
See! What the wondrous signs unthinkable sequester here on earth! And though we are also bought-for-much, nor we yet regard the hour Stacked up, arse-ended, installed besteaded, stout girths in larder mode Spreading out plumped, like hay bales; all’s gone belly-up We heaped high products of intensive farming
Go let the soil propound to you; shoots newly-dappled fuse A gorgeous fertile ground, declaring earth is good So glorious sunshine condescends to run the daily race Rejoicing like a strong man in his ardour: Reference this; seek the lowly Lord, whose salvage is your shore