my neighbour is dancing
I see the dark terrible shadows
of madness flickering under his door
and I am afraid
during the day I sometimes see him
in the city he gathers things -
things that he seeks out with a
zealot's grasp - broken things
old men and women who cannot
remember their own usefulness
who have been abandoned
by their own children
young black men who cannot
remember their destiny
who have been driven backwards into their
own crossfire, their own rusty cages
trees have been gathered - whole forests
farm land, prairies and rivers
even the air is broken and has
become fuel for the conflagration
the High Priests have been consulted
the augurs have eviscerated the sacrificial
lambs and read the message sent by god
the time for fires and dancing has come
my neighbour is dancing
his fire is the brother to the ovens
for he dances on the
promised lessons that were never learned
revenge - the oldest lie - is become
the new Commandment and Xenophobe
with his eyes wide open sits in the chair
of Justice, scales in his bloody hand
my neighbour is dancing
his drum is made of gold and it
makes powerful magic, summoning
all its brethren to my neighbour's hands
Mammon - the oldest god - sits on
the High Throne asking only blood
and ignorance as testimony from
those who would enter the Kingdom
my neighbour is dancing
your neighbour is dancing
be afraid
be very afraid
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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