Pigs On Fig Trees Poem by John Sensele

Pigs on fig trees depending on new belief descend to take a dig
At their creator whom they deride as a novice narrator
To their tales and mails of clever cars which alone can fig
Out navigation details, sails, bails, pails and rails dismiss a supernatural manufacturer.

Pigs on fig trees free themselves from catholic clutches
Only to land into soapy sands that imprison them into a myth
In which truth grows trivial and lies fly in batches
Fastened in misnomers hastened by ascetic anthropologists who dub feet teeth.

Pigs on fig trees decree Babel Tower a global treasure that epitomises the pinnacle
Where distorters and twisters dangle new millennium mythologies with fanfare
Denouncing conventions and inventions in favour of a sassy spectacle
Staged via a rage FB Page with baked baloney that spin doctors and Proctors dare to pair.

Pigs on fig trees on their entry into a panorama of prayers
Scatter matters and alter the course of moral and spiritual development
Insisting on modernism and cynicism that multiply layers
Sanitizing cults of mores and norms defined anew and awarding primacy to soliloquy sentiment.