Tears Become Legend Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

One earthly bride awakened
her sister beauty and the rising sol
as the raging winds from the highest
mountains guards jealousy from the aches
of you know whom! And these aches produce
pain and sorrow, producing raving torrents of tears
and such horrors near here… All the while, Mother
dallies in her bed… So I, take advantage of her
advantages, and gather together those four
guardian eagles scorned; and take these
hungry fellows out for a teasing flight!
Awakening from some searing dream
screaming angry revenging monster
birds, each waiting for me to release
them from their chains… such surreptitious
concerns have I… Not! I, cannot wait to feed upon
the bloody fleshy bodies these "angry birds" bring to
my place of feast! So I, gave a sign and sighed and signaled
that it is fine and dandy time for these birds; to earn their keep!
Reap low and completely, this is the plan and the order and the
broader part these pets of Mommy' have to play in this most
passionate and rather fun, way to ease the grief of an entire planet!
Are you each battling with disease? Are you each wearing
your majik underwear this daze? Are you each conditioned
by your master's baiting that all this wailing and grinding noise
coming from the clearly lit skies voids around that witching hours
burst! Mounting battles soon to wage, though no effort is expended
as these beasts are prepared before the hunt… with scythes lashed in
infectious wounds that cause the least to become a mess… all around
the world will be the same song! As the furrows made by the hooves
of these "Great big Birds", takes all of the hurt, from all of those
long dead and gone; out of the hades that has housed this pain and
brings it right here and right now, straight up to your doorsteps!
WTF! you speak! And believe you in me… No one is listening! That
train already exited the buildings! How does that order go? When
you want to 9-11 buildings? Pull it! And then I, come along with
my trusty BAR and let loose a few trillions of silver bullets
into the faces of the selected one tenth of one percent of
how many billions? Well, mathematics was never my favorite
"R"… Those three things spelt with an "R"… are?
Reading, righting, rithmetic! Kinda, sorta, maybe!
This early morning, as I finish lacing up my Hobnailed Boots
I envision my two giant black booted hooves, stomping
down and upon this maiden earth; and witnessing
this; as her scalding hot tears become legend…