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| painting by Albert von Keller circa 1870's |
she was a daughter of Lilith
a lady moses
disappeared
relative infinity
while on location reporting
she was working the virgin birth myth angles
she was a daughter of Lilith and a documentarian
she heard
the haints were ready
to long pole her
a flat bottomed boat
across the wide river bend
as saints went marching in...
she saw
hypnotized warriors
turned bingo slaves
dobbers and chips magnetized too
for easy pick up after the caller
has stopped the game
names mattered not
as there were too many willing
to cross over either side...
she began
to be of the mind
that she would never
need a promised
land per se...
so she took her eyes everywhere
and wrote everything down...
she wrote
she would only find salvation
when she stopped to discount everything
and surrender any remaining
what was and is to be...
modernity and the sneeze
waged war with overcrowding
using petrol patrolling aerial-batics
contaminants and measures
meant to supplant the
promissory cycle
of destinies
being attainable things...
she thought,
human things
rings, ropes
and wanting
a somewhere
between immortal
and finite...
what they needed
was rearranging
not permanent lost
teeming dreaming
psychology jungles
glass, steel and brick
plastic disposable
back to nature
mad-dashery
the toothed regale
in private collections...
most humans
she said to herself
are a pared down
cupboard-ing bared
molecules wanting
heavy clothes
skin thin enough
impossible
see through life here
amidst ambitions once
algorithm randoms
strewn brokers
pawning broken(s)...
little miss muffet
and old mother hubbard
run brothels now
pimping beginnings
at the kindergartens...
most maidens
these days skip right
adult monotone
or are never seen
past third
or fourth grade...
food or fodder
what is or is nothing,
the matter baby with
survival of the fittest
always having savagery
to rely on...
it would be reported
that she was there solely
looking for cause
and troubles
gaining knowledge
through sacrifice...
would this be suffice
for the rest of us
to false righteously
pass on by
her washed up body
remark and blame
not caring
to acknowledge
we know her name...
EJR ©
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