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I was naked today

 

I was naked today

 

I was naked today

& baying like a wolf

I tore the flesh from bone

100 miles from home

One wanders alone

Since one is alone

One sets up camp

Wherever one has roamed

Anaesthetizes with the holy spirit

But the demon comes whispering blood

In this forest

For the firebuilders to conquer

I wish Armageddeon

In the first world

Coz the third’s known it for centuries

They stole the men & women

& threw the children to the seas

Man is waged in a demented fight with man

& you are a river of ice

They killed the wolves

Once they coopted gunpowder

& how to feel like the apex of nature

When one is endangered by mediocrities with lies

When the lion & the wolf are frightened by the lamb

Because the fields are ruled by a clothed man’s law

He has his weapons

But his wisdom is shot

In this battle of wits

The wolf wins by a lot

But man’s violence is not survivalist

He feeds not, he destroys

The mythic

The only way to describe

His killing for lust

& thousands sign up alongside him

To ravish Helen of Troy.

And the wolves were herded into cages

By the men with dead eyes

& suppressed rages

Like rats in Perspex mases

For the suffering of human sages

Those with flashing eyes

Who’ve drunk the milk of paradise

Were milked across the ocean

& the African, mixed a potion in their feed

That they forgot the songs of home

& the fires that warmed their bones

Not a stone’s throw

But thousands of ks

The landslides bayed for blood

The wolves broke free

Thanks to the queer’s sodomy

& at last man could see

Inhumanity done to man

But he could not yet see

His own mediocrity

& the earth was cut in half

By the cacklings of the politicians’ laugh

Man had enslaved all species

In his quest to know the globe

When all he had to learn

Was know his shadow

Know thyself

So the wolves were free but enclosed

& St Paul could only see his nose

He flushed spiders down the toilet

He couldn’t avoid it

Gunpowder technology

Ruled all bounds.

And then the ladders that linked the escalators

Ran diagonally like a scythe

Run by revolutionaries

& spaceships carrying billionaires

Overshot their paparazzi

& they realized space was dangerous

They couldn’t control the stars

Like the wolves they’d needed guns

But what machine would it take

To enslave the poet’s imagination

You walked on a tightrope

Above a screaming metropolis

& learned the beauty of distance

& love on harmonicas would set you free

The caterpillar swore in Yiddish

Those Zionists shaved off their beards

& swore upon the mother of Israel

Like the curse of Blake’s harlot mothers.

The music of drum & bass

Killed the ears of budding musicians

& the wolf singers on a full moon

We freed but on parole.

Amnesia & lost pathways

Battles to corrupt my mind

As I get closer to old age

& a hospital bed in some unknown place

Before I die I need to get to Albuquerque

The song by Neil Young

Wasted & alone

Before I die I need to taste woman’s flesh again

Else too much is left undone

I miss my demon lover

She sucked my blood dry

You know her too & you have tasted her

Like all good lone wolves

We belong to the night sky alone

The stars exploding & Sufi circles

Till the stars rain down in our brains

There once was a wee piggy born with a wolf’s fangs

She turned cannibal & destroyed the stye

So she might walk the mountains & forests

Yes the maze

& man trapped her

& made her a travelling expo

She was studied

Like the Aboriginal with a mirror

I’ve forgotten her name

She had remarkable breasts

For a demon & we bayed & bathed

What you mere mortals call it making love

We called it Armagedeon.

Could I become pure sound? I think so

Our howls travelling through the universe

To infinity

When our cells turn back to dust

Her’s & my body become the mountain.

That’s like every being goes high or low

In this tale that isn’t a tale

No resolution no shape

Just the maze we’re all forced into

On this quest for dinner

& sex & death & howling as much against the walls

As at the moon.

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.


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