They lie about the truth,
they lie about you,
they lie about proof,
they lie about lies too,
They are not ashamed of behaving like a tamed
animal in a farm, eating the shit
the farmer has to spare
from the work of his hairy arm.
Not all who tell lies are liars,
some are just the liars goat
jumping off Azazel's cliff of pointy stone
to jump on to the boat of firefighters.
They lie about me, whatever they say.
The stories and gossip for those who chew the cud they dig,
the tales are endless, feeding cattle that is
cloven hoofed like a pig.
And they tell me about abominations.
They have a whole list of don'ts and do's.
One of them being the renunciation
of their animal chew.
Why do they slither on the sand
like snakes without shoes.
Tell me, does everything taste like earth?
not to me,
I can taste so much
including the apple on this tree.
When will you see the odor of the fodder
you are being fed.
A cow is not just for the udder that supplies the butter
for the rich in bed
Don't wait till they slit
At the hand of a perfect knife
perfected by generations of shechita
Be like me
the human thou shall not kill
and walk on water before Moses splits the sea and hits the stones,
surpass the calfs of gold and ride along the mill
march with me to the valley of dry bones.
Bask in the sun like Jacob, before Joshua stops it mid sky.
Enjoy the shade like Jonah, before God sends
a worm to let the tree die.
Enjoy bathing in water like Bat Sheva, until Elisha turns it into oil.
Listen to Saul's musician amidst your mental toil
If you can throw stones like David
and shake pillars like Samson
do so in front of a crowd.
Not in a spiraling journey through the desert
hidden behind a cloud.
Be human like me
Ask a question with out cheating
at the writing on the wall.
Speak to your friend
before a heavenly wagon comes to a halt.
Look back and learn
before you are turned into salt.
Walk the earth before it opens it's mouth,
Enjoy the Nidachat town.
Make your home outside a lion's den.
Until your Jericho walls go down.
Be human like me
And discover the list
that doesn't exist
at the top of the mountain
or the bottom of the sea
see beyond the floods and plagues
and pursue the days
of jubilant plays
by the kids of Amelek and Zion.
The faces of four can be your affair
take the legs of your chair
to tell the story you want to hear
not the symbols that bare
the eagle, the ox or the lion.
Morph out of the animal in the mud
stop eating sand while crawling on your belly
pretend that the sea hasn't turned to blood and
take a stand in the midst of Eilah's valley
Be human like me.
Wow. Just wow.
ReplyDeleteThe last time I felt the rhythm of a piece of writing and willingly walked along mentally to all those places the poet was leading me to was.....actually it was the early poetry of Emily Bronte.
Also reminds me of some of the songs off the album 'Amsterdam' by Luka Bloom like 'Diamond Mountain' and 'Fertile Rock'.
You have got to get that stuff published man.
Thanks Anon, words like yours are a writer's bread.
ReplyDeleteTo be compared to such great artists is more than I could ask for.
I am not familair with the works you mentioned, I will look into them.