All Skulls Smile

 

 

We are quick smiles

quick to come

quick to leave

We are playing the politician

"all is well, all is good"

 

The most considerate of us

listen just enough to make

what we have to say relevent

to the conversation

Most of us just wait for our turn to speak

The worst of us

don't wait

 

Empty words

Empty actions

Empty thoughts

an empty nation

Ignorant to what can fill us

and to what can make us feel

 

Truth is like some distant

thing in the past

Ancient, beautiful, mythic

and obsolete

 

We are each the main character

the only character in our own story

Everyone else is scenery

 

We are a nation that believes

the best conversations are held

behind backs

 

We are not born sinners

We are born sick

We are born insane

But not sinners

 

We worship dead gods

in dead temples

We are made in the image of our gods

Dead but unwilling to die

 

Out of spite and arrogance

we shamble from our mothers' wombs

to our playgrounds to our schools to our

churches to our boardrooms to our weddings to

our funerals

where we finally lay still long enough to get tossed in

a coffin and chucked in a hole

before we get all

"lively" again

Reviews

[Nephil]

Interesting. It reaches from pompous rude what interrupt those who are speaking to abrasive depictions of society, religion, and I guess a little humanity. It is all silly and corrupt and ignorant, if you think about it.

I think it was suppose to be Henry Thoreau who said something like "Retirement? Why? Why would a person spend his best years working like a dog for a chance to pant twice before falling over dead?"

I like it and I like the title. It fits.

-Lain/Nephil/The Weaver King