Carrying Friday's spear
A grim fool returning
Not of this world say
My friend
no man spoke of him
For fear of...
Ssh! You know who..!
Hush not here
Der Feind hört mit
Es gibt nur das harte
Entweder/Oder
Born again in barn again to save
Obscure-the power of his eyes
Fly-blown villages in Autumn
Forced marches through a night
Father! Father!
look to the left, look to the right
They have dared arrest...
East and West lit up
Delirious thunder
Then on horseback
Promising an Empire
The second coming
They call him the Avatar
These spinning crowds
Crying hurrah halluliah and Sieg again yes again yes
To the half-disdaindful prophet and promiser of paradise
Or reed in the wind I don't know
The dramatist my friend
With a sword as he promised
Then again the world falls silent
On doubtful graves
On disturbed ground
He was a man, take him all in all
A giant, a hammer, burning fire
Spoken in whispers
Persecution in his name
You were always on my mind
And the catacombs of minds
Are active again
Gathering the mad minding eye
Lights and acolytes torches and feasts for the eye
And busy again dreaming are the faithful
I mean the women
I mean the epileptics
I mean the disposssed
I mean the green, the gravid
And the bad and good revenging law
With acknowledgements: First published in Ambit magazine in 2002, Issue 167
A grim fool returning
Not of this world say
My friend
no man spoke of him
For fear of...
Ssh! You know who..!
Hush not here
Der Feind hört mit
Es gibt nur das harte
Entweder/Oder
Born again in barn again to save
Obscure-the power of his eyes
Fly-blown villages in Autumn
Forced marches through a night
Father! Father!
look to the left, look to the right
They have dared arrest...
East and West lit up
Delirious thunder
Then on horseback
Promising an Empire
The second coming
They call him the Avatar
These spinning crowds
Crying hurrah halluliah and Sieg again yes again yes
To the half-disdaindful prophet and promiser of paradise
Or reed in the wind I don't know
The dramatist my friend
With a sword as he promised
Then again the world falls silent
On doubtful graves
On disturbed ground
He was a man, take him all in all
A giant, a hammer, burning fire
Spoken in whispers
Persecution in his name
You were always on my mind
And the catacombs of minds
Are active again
Gathering the mad minding eye
Lights and acolytes torches and feasts for the eye
And busy again dreaming are the faithful
I mean the women
I mean the epileptics
I mean the disposssed
I mean the green, the gravid
And the bad and good revenging law
With acknowledgements: First published in Ambit magazine in 2002, Issue 167