Where Are the Flies?

Where are the flies?

Where are the spiders?

Man, afraid of a Boogieman

Don’t have their backyard barbecues.

So, the flies die.

So, the spiders don’t make their intricate webs on my windowsill.

So, man, being infinitely wise.

Has not a clue that he is a part of the ecosystem.

The flies feed the fish, the flies feed the bats

The flies feed the spiders, the flies feed the pheasant.

I had seen so few this year,

Because the carcasses of our mid-summer feasts

Do not grace the foul odors of the trash with the maggots.

For, those little maggots feed the sparrows,

And the flies feed the bats,

And the bats are fed on by the fox

And the fox feeds on the hens

Who feeds on the flies.

So, it remains, that man is necessary,

Yet, who is feeding the man,

Now that we cower in our homes?

The rich harvest delayed.

Man must, yes he must,

Shop sheltering indoors.

For, the realization is that man is needed

For the fly, who feeds the duck and fish.

And without man, the fly wanes

So I see maybe fifteen all season long.

So it soon comes that man was necessary

And man is a part of nature.

And without him, on God’s green earth,

The ecosystems fail’th.

The Hymn of the Citizens

Fife and drum go Hum dee dum,

The marching citizens draw their guns

Their words, their airs, their country farms

Did get sold by the county Bar…

Hum dee dum,

Hum dee dumb.

We wage this revolution with our words

Not a bullet we will incur

We shall march in our battle lines

With these words and verse so spry…

Hum dee dum,

Hum dee dumb.

If a martyr we shall make

To speak our words and masticate

That violence spreads in silent wakes

Hum dee dum

Hum dee dumb.

I shall not e’er throw a stone

If I shall die all alone

I shall not ever throw a stone

For my words are mortar bombs

Hum dee dum,

Hum dee dumb.

Wage a revolution wise

That men in flames, they do die

While I have sung my battle cries

For the wasted men who die

Hum dee dum,

Hum dee dumb.

We might have our first president

A woman good with righteousness

She might give us what we need

A stitch, a bone and well hemmed sleeves

Hum dee dum,

Hum dee dumb.

But the ghosts they testify

That with the awful costs they cry,

That they should give a man his rights

When a woman ought to win the fight,

Hum dee dum,

Hum dee dumb.

Trump, I say, is not the cost

He is not the one who robbed us all

It is not Warren nor congress’ cauc…

It is all the specious laws we wrought,

That by liberty’s woes they cause,

Hum dee dum,

Hum dee dumb.

So I sing this verse or two

Of revolution with words couth

That if a woman should not be right

But a man should win the fight,

Hum dee dum,

Hum dee dumb.

The Misfit Finds His Rebel Cause

The misfit finds his rebel cause.

Goes to war, defies all the laws.

How a ripe peach of which to pluck

Is the rebel’s cause loved so much.

I? I sit, also, misfit too

Unabashed from eternal youth.

My creative means dries so much

My country dies, the one I love.

Is the rifle my fated way?

To lose myself in coup d’é tat?

Will it suffice this longing heart?

Will I in glory play my part?

No! I say, in my angry gloom.

My vengeance shall be bloody noon.

I would rather let life depart

From my nostrils than play my part.

I will laugh at the wretched dogs

As my body swings o’er the logs.

I died, your hope for freedom last.

Because you’d not free me, I laughed.

The Only Man; A Meditation on Coleridge’s Poem Where He Meditates on a Cataract

Lay open vestibule of our greatest minds,

Upon the lap of the only man in a quarter century

To open thy door, and see thy cataract.

The strophe and antistrophe

Which haven’t a soul

To espouse Grecian category’s empty words;

No, but to me you mean the top and bottom

Of those flawless chemicals of geometry;

A cataract, just like the Great Falls of Buffalo.

Am I the only man to see it for a quarter century?—

How so austere at first

It dances around my eyes,

The ugly ink and plain words.

Yet, it is perfect in meaning.

How does a man explain poetry

To those who never drink from its mousse?

It merely tells us what rests beyond all artifice

Into the meaning of these things

We might never take a passing glance.

Waterfalls might have a certain chemical,

Something between Geometry and Stars,

But do those chemicals have meaning?

Or, does the meaning create the chemicals?

A man who feels truth is very deceived,

Yet, if one could see the pure feeling of Niagara Falls

That my sinful self could not appreciate…

I will remember the feeling later, at a second glance

In a poem nobody has read for over twenty years.

And that is why I know there is sin.

That is why I know there is such foulness.

I can know the feeling then and now

Both the same, but then I would not chew upon it.

Today, without beholding what my eyes had once seen,

I can see it once again, and in that sight,

Understand what sin truly was.

A lie we tell ourselves to spoil what is good and right before our eyes.

Then, later, one meditates on it from afar,

Without the beauty before flesh’s eyes.

The Hymn of the Citizens

Fife and drum go Hum dee dum,

The marching citizens draw their guns

Their words, their airs, their country farms

Did get sold by the county Bar…

Hum dee dum,

Hum dee dumb.

We wage this revolution with our words

Not a bullet we will incur

We shall march in our battle lines

With these words and verse so spry…

Hum dee dum,

Hum dee dumb.

If a martyr we shall make

To speak our words and masticate

That violence spreads in silent wakes

Hum dee dum

Hum dee dumb.

I shall not e’er throw a stone

If I shall die all alone

I shall not ever throw a stone

For my words are mortar bombs

Hum dee dum,

Hum dee dumb.

Wage a revolution wise

That men in flames, they do die

While I have sung my battle cries

For the wasted men who die

Hum dee dum,

Hum dee dumb.

We might have our first president

A woman good with righteousness

She might give us what we need

A stitch, a bone and well hemmed sleeves

Hum dee dum,

Hum dee dumb.

But the ghosts they testify

That with the awful costs they cry,

That they should give a man his rights

When a woman ought to win the fight,

Hum dee dum,

Hum dee dumb.

Trump, I say, is not the cost

He is not the one who robbed us all

It is not Warren nor congress’ cauc…

It is all the specious laws we wrought,

That by liberty’s woes they cause,

Hum dee dum,

Hum dee dumb.

So I sing this verse or two

Of revolution with words couth

That if a woman should not be right

But a man should win the fight,

Hum dee dum,

Hum dee dumb.