![]() Pluto's ChildrenA Poem by Phoenix Wolf-ray![]() an epic, rhyming metaphysical poem with a mythological twist![]()
Jewels whisper brittle truths to glitter-gaping aging youths in clitter-clatter little booths without a leg to stand on More tools for a New-Age rage when all the demons come uncaged Who'll hold the next one when it's staged for us to lend a hand on? Enough of this sob-story bluff, just pull your trousers by the cuff and we'll go swimming in the buff in the foaming sunny sea We'll laugh with heart and play the part we'll squeeze the juice out from the tart we'll giggle at the angels' farts and ask the wolves to tea We'll carry on as if it matters play the dormouse and the hatter trust the former and the latter and forget about the score For what more is there left to do? the gates are gone, there are no clues it's hard enough to keep our shoes connected to the floor So tired of this senseless war still raging from the age before and no one ever knows the score or how to tell the winners Perhaps an answer will be found a treasure buried undergound a trove of truths so damn profound to show the saints and sinners
how futile is this scurvy war and all the hatreds from before are really only metaphor for internecine madness Perhaps a cosmic traffic cop will show up just in time to stop us harvesting our poisoned crop of wreck and grief and sadness but likelier we're on our own our saviors, children who have grown up sick of plantings that we've sown all careless of their future The children are the ones who dare though old ones have the choice to care if life or death will be your share and do you want to root here Times like this, death seems a gift oblivion a blessed lift we give our softer sides short shrift when stone is all we know Yet still, our hearts within the stone cry, "Please don't leave me all alone" we pray to Mom to take us home to be her embryo O take us back into your womb we weary of this stone cold tomb and even threat of cosmic doom has lost its fascination We didn't want this, we were tricked and into Hell our souls were kicked we were victimized by wicked Pluto's machination "Do this, don't do that," he told us such a bill of goods he sold us He raped, and then he robbed and rolled us, begging him for more He called us children, him our Father, forbade us to love any other used our flesh and sins as fodder herded us to war He plays us, pieces in a game we never rest, we never change we die, we're born, it's still the same he's tireless, and stern But we have known another way from his changeless path we've strayed in eternities of pleasure played then found ourselves returned Born from pleasure into pain enduring struggle, stress and strain and striving to break through again like leaves into the light We writhe in dark without reward we learn to build, we learn to hoard within our cells our souls are stored to free ourselves, we fight We struggle with oppression's bindings our growth so slow, our paths so winding forever seeking, never finding weaker every time Then, just as into death we curl, surrendering our strength, unfurl our clench-tight grip upon the world, a brand new life we find And there we grow, in light and space blindly blessed by Mother's grace with kisses for our tender face she welcomes us alive Eternity is home to us just for a time, the stress and fuss serves as a text to lesson us, to teach our hearts to thrive We're all in this thing together, Earth and water, wind and weather Let Pluto play with bones and feathers he can't make us blind to what we've seen with our own eyes velvet seas and crystal skies bright light cities, mountains high and faces that are kind Here is home where we belong here we can do nothing wrong We know the chords to all the songs, and oh, we love to sing them And all the faces in the crowd break our hearts, we are so proud to be members of this loud and lively mortal kingdom © 2008 Phoenix Wolf-ray |
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