One day, humanity will find
that grinding meat,
through peculiar trades,
to make end’s meet
destroys our faith
and what we seek
may come too late
there is always more meat for the grinder
but FEAR NOT!
here, is a noble reminder
that but a dot, a speck of cloud
we are no more than only one
And I for one am very proud!
That throughout these tears and blood stained times
comes an era of truth
and beauty mind
of hymnes and hers
and brightly colored things
of swing and jazz
and everything
that makes the meat
but a fling
a briefly colored amourette
an amour passé that our lives once met
and throughout this ever clinking
ever dwindling past
sinks a truth that will godlike last
Throughout our souls
into our now
So may I remind you,
of your beauty somehow?
