WORTHLESS (DROSS)

Before that Final day
dictates the Sounds & Furies
as All as eye
for you by you 
the minutia dress of un-success
dross and bullets
butterfly wings beautiful 
garbage
gots to sho-fo...

Before the infinite space eyes
scrutinize
on that final day
beyond spatial searching
for good graces
like light being recognized 
love on all faces

on that last day having failed
our Mother's womb
this fine fine fortress of a home 
evergreen--sea--sky--blue
if Absolute were upon us 
curtains and swan songs
for Georges and Gorgeous dreams
this beautiful jetsam 
garbage heap 
from Rosetta ashes
with form from crushed cosmic soups

a stone
spinning kaleidoscope
at most, spheres with tearful fears 
bewilderment 
heavenly lungs
all of us here impatiently dying
everyday with the sun
wait for the Father's love
to once again save us
Before the infinite 
upheaval...

Upon piles and piles of off-putting
garbage heaps
a child is picking up things
anything of value
something of sustenance  
lessons of happenstance 

Lo! It is not good...

but what is a song to a diminished bird?
no cage more cruel than self worth lost
little tiny shaving from the noble,
mettle from Excalibur's dross
diamonds glittering the night
picking up trash in dresses
babies precious lumps of coal
with little value 
love upholds 
life more than gold...

Because Day oh! Mi za Day - oh!

So tally mi banana!

Reviews

[Papaya]

Hey Butch, very good and thoughtful write. Your last verse in particular was very impactful.
Wrapped with touch of Harry at the end, fits perfectly with that song. I never understood that song as a child, just seemed like a fun song to sing but there's a lot of meaning behind it.

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you for kindly saying so. namaste.

[Papaya]

You are kindly welcome. :)

[Einstein Noodle]

interesting read ...would love to hear it read ... the lines like punctuated bullets in and of themselves ...so easy to see a garbage heap we have inflicted .... horror and pain beyond the bounds ..waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay beyond ...i believe i myself will be ok because of my age but maybe not so concerning my children and grandchildren ... it is a global everything says i ..and the beheadings, burnings alive and horrific abuse stab universally ...so we all cry out in pain ...tho some are less interested than others it seems :((
E.

[Butch Decatoria]

This was a spur of a moment write, it is still shaping itself (in the way I write - late in the night)... I can understand the erratic flow and imagery seems disjointed... check on it in a week or two, it may become a whole different piece altogether....

It is a wild wild world we live in, such horrors we all witness, yet we only blink at the tele and laugh uncontrollably -- not understanding why this all so funny... such is the folly of our divine comedies... ty for reading and continued interesting comments. namaste.