The Story
Preface
Bodies orbit fires aglow
cycles balance above below
newborn erect sinless dogmas
echo fruitless kindred sagas
Lustre glowing highly lowly
charging creatures essence lively
herein commits mortal senate
trusting gentle brutal tenet
Tempo gallops without reason
burning within every season
fortune tempers nature courses
being human questions forces
Sowing reaping pristine glories
passions repeat mounting storeys
sorrow heralds fateful rewards
fearing perish heading towards
Vending absurd virtue aloud
bridging envy regret unshroud
winter shadows climbing gaily
patient vacuum falling daily
Perfect ovum motions ignite
pearly teapot raising delight
bosom promise ripens anew
golden powers sparking 2O2
The sleepy age-old village on high, casts its morning shadows down towards the curious spectacle. In the midst of the sweet meadows has burgeoned a gathering. The dwellers and their guests have all descended. The annual harvest festival is about to commence in this glorious month of September of which it is the eleventh hour. The harvest moon has risen shining bright this night to reveal produce aplenty to see folk through the harsh winter to come. The delicate seed sown by devoted growers, mother patience has ripened to be ultimately reaped by ardent hands. The apples are being picked, the potatoes are being unearthed, the grapes are being trod and the the garlic is being dried. The partakers marvel at the makeshift market stalls, abundant with fare for all, which upon this day, and only this day, demand no tender in exchange. A warm and sunny day, blue skies and wispy white clouds. The punter needs to be entertained and what better than the best-loved fair attractions and sideshows ; fun guaranteed for the whole family. The hilarious Punch & Judy show, the have-a-go side stalls and the spellbinding conjurer. The pastures green inviting ravenous patrons to dine alfresco. What a wonderful day to be had by one and all !
The eager audience have thronged before the old haywain raised atop of which stands our quirky host about to deliver the annual harvest address to the community:
The Host's Prologue
Come all ye merry folk, the harvest moon is nigh
Time to give thanks to those above & below
Feasting upon Nature’s offerings together does us tie
Time to gather be you family, friend or foe
Whether you come from near or from afar
Whether you be Christian Muslim or Cathar
May we welcome you with open arms
Guided by compass curiosity or psalms
What is sowed, grows, rots, demises
Nature cannot alter Her perpetual course
Be it daffodil flea sparrow or horse
What is longed for comes in all shapes and sizes
Bountiful victuals abound for you enlightened few
Trusting forever thrusting come what may
Abundance, famine, abstinence, comeuppance
Life is balanced precariously along the knife
Tempus fugit as it always did, has done and will do
How long is a second, an hour, a day, a life ?
Celibate, mother, doctor or farmer’s wife
Brothers, sisters this day will you rue ?
Do you have the audacity to defy the grim reaper ?
Chances are the goal is scored if you’re the keeper
Styx and Stones may break your bones tonight
History and Herstory shining forever bright
When all is said & done and nothing remains
The bare essentials last forever and a day
Whatever be the losses whatever be the gains
As long as the sun shines harvest the hay
Weigh the wait of countless glorious souls
Raised by the rays of the final undoing
The elements converge, surge and submerge
The Word annuls & crucifies the absurd
Pick your side and choose your cause
Only one victor will be crowned
Simply merry folk the bet is yours
What goes around comes around
Chastity, temperance, charity, diligence
Gratitude, humility and finally patience
Sublime plus sublime is sublime
Sublime times sublime is sublime
Lust, gluttony, greed, sloth
Wretched minus wretched is wretched
Envy, pride and finally wrath
Wretched by wretched is wretched
So feast or fast the tokens of goodwill
That Nature has nurtured in her bosom
A humble missive among many to bequeath
The viaticum which Mankind is wont to owe to.
Baby's Tale
A seed has been sowed which engendered my birth
Where is that I come from, where is it that I go ?
I see a father and mother that I seem to know
Who utter curious noises throughout the day
How am I expected to understand what they say ?
I cry I puke I give free reign to my bowels
But I still can’t make heads or tails of their consonants and vowels
A biped species that seem to deambulate at ease
Whereas I am condemned to my hands and knees
At first I appear to be the Apple of their eye
For my attention the begetters commence to vie
Shouting, despising and then a deafening silence
I’m starting to understand the notion of violence
I cry I puke I give free reign to my bowels
But I still can’t make heads or tails of their consonants and vowels
Today I’m dressed up as beau soldier boy blue
If I’m good I’ve been promised a toy brand new
‘Daddy’ ‘Mummy’ which first word shall I pluck ?
The one I’ve most heard which happens to be ‘Fuck’
Proud of my utterance, a foreword of fame
My bewildered elders then cower with shame
I cry I puke I give free reign to my bowels
But I still can’t make heads or tails of their consonants and vowels
I stutter I stumble trying to righten my pegs
I tremble I endeavour to manage my legs
Why bother to forgo movement upon all fours ?
Yet rhyme & reason urge to obey the laws
The stage is set ready steady go
Paws crumble again, audience in woe
I cry I puke I give free reign to my bowels
But I still can’t make heads or tails of their consonants and vowels
Raised from the chariot I start to hobble carefree
I hasten to chase after the winged bumble bee
A playground so vast a paradise to be seen
Scintillating colours, red gold and green
I cannot resist the temptation of the red of fire
For which I am scolded by my genitors’ ire
I cry I puke I give free reign to my bowels
But I still can’t make heads or tails of their consonants and vowels
Pulled between pater and mater, pushed from pillar to post
I’m beginning to understand the teachings of our host
Innocence is despised in the home sweet home
To the four corners of the world wherever you roam
Moral dogmas are predicated through false pretences
By folk and for folk who have lost leave of their senses
No more will I cry, puke, give reign to my bowels
Cos I’m gettin jiggy wit dem diddy consonants & vowels.
The Lovers' Tale
An unfettered passion that binds the measure of verse & dance
Baby, baby, baby
My eyes ineluctably drawn to his surging median zone
From deep inside climbs again that moist silent groan
Baby, baby, baby
I sink forever deeper into her bewitching eyes of perfect blue
An ardor so pure that freezes time and motion within its hue
Honey, honey, honey
My eyes ineluctably drawn to her domed upper zone
From deep inside climbs again that energized silent groan
Honey, honey, honey
My precious Ruben, oh how you flood my aching void
Your celestial body pummels my senses as an asteroid
Sugar, sugar, sugar
Some indecipherable magnetism engenders fatal attraction
Of a magnitude that triggers a plundering chain reaction
Sugar, sugar, sugar
My pristine Jade, oh how you bleed my deepest visceral I
Your sublime aura bludgeons my senses and my core chi
Cutey, cutey, cutey
Some indefinable leverage engenders fatal attraction
Of an amplitude that gauges a thundering chain reaction
Cutey, cutey, cutey
Oh my ivory king, if perfection were to be personified
Your body and soul would be forever magnified
Darlin’, darlin, darlin’
Unique with a left leg a sight shorter than the right
That tender limp affords you a perceptible extra might
Darlin’, darlin, darlin’
Oh my ebony queen, if perfection were to be personified
Your body and soul would be forever magnified
Treasure, treasure, treasure
Unique missing those ears that folk cherish dearly
That tender oversight affords you an extra strength clearly
Treasure, treasure, treasure
Friends poke fun at my beau as do incognito passers-by
At which I meekly raise the catcher in the rye
Ignore, ignore, ignore
Yet their conspicuous and cloaked mockery hurt me so
To such an extent that I deem them all as wicked foe
Ignore, ignore, ignore
Friends poke fun at my belle as do incognito passers-by
Don’t fret my love we’ll soon be comin’ thro’ the rye
Forgive, forgive, forgive
Yet their conspicuous and cloaked mockery hurt me so
To such an extent that I deem them all as wicked foe
Forgive, forgive, forgive
The Priest & the Mother's Tale
Fortune blesses my pious folk, by sowing righteous seed the fruit awoke
Dear Madam your loins did give birth, to three heavenly angels on this Earth
Give praise to our Lord up above, who grants bounty for those in love
A mother more proud there cannot be, I pray every day and bend the knee
For being gifted with such a boon, to treasure night morning & afternoon
Dear Father it’s purely thanks to you, your faith your guidance & your virtue
Without which us poor sinners are lost, and thus condemned to bear the cost
Dear Madam you are a credit to the community, afflicted albeit by your pristine beauty
A burden so great do you carry, wanton desires are you compelled to parry
Fortitude & rectitude serve as your saviour, to repel men’s lustful primal behaviour
An object of desire like Helen of Troy, you occupy the fancies of many a boy
Dear Father be it as it may, scripture and worldliness keep them at bay
I employ myself as best I can, to stay true to my beloved man
But the father of my cherished children, spends most of his days in the seedy tavern
Drinking until he crumbles upon all fours, he has a penchant for those exotic whores
Menfolk are lured and go astray, unable to keep evil temptation at bay
Aloof to the teachings of the holy tenet, they display neither temperance nor aggregate
Dear Madam your honour is in safe hands, as pure as snow as finite as sands
Yet lechery lurches towards the infernal limbo, for those who dote upon legs akimbo
Lucky are those devoid of carnal pleasure, sacrifice discipline sobriety and measure
Shepherd the path of the enlightened, towards the undefiled truth hightened
Dear Father your piety brings me asunder, your wisdom resonantes like the loudest thunder
My entrails quiver at your every word, your aura sparks me as a fledgling bird
Dear Madam may I draw your attention, to Satan’s work I don’t dare to mention
Heretics and freaks only deserve short shrift, and can only expect a poisoned gift
Damned be the merging of caste and shade, forbidden is the union of ruby and jade
For a barren wasteland can only forebode, for those who dare to question the code
Dear Father you have my undivided attention, I see that of which you allude to mention
Heretics and freaks only deserve short shrift, and can only expect a poisoned gift
Damned be the merging of unhearing and cripple, may their waters be devoid of animate ripple
Fate knocks at the deaths of dawn, to deliver a soulless child still-born
The silent wailing of ultimate despair, is rather too much for me to bear
Let them be with their lives in tatters, for I have in mind much more urgent matters
Dear Madam in the morn’ if you’re free, pray come and visit my presbytary
To receive the body of Christ as a token, of goodwill fervour and words unspoken
Judgement alone awaits the forsaken, their profanity into account will be taken
The wretched do indeed our conscience defile, from our hearts may they enjoy the sweetest exile
Dear Father in the morn’ on my knees, will I obeyingly do as you please
Pray raise before me the body of Christ, on the occasion of our incorruptible tryst
The Doctor & the Farmer's Wife's Tale
Oh what a glorious sight to see, wholesome produce which today are free
Fortune replenishes my healthy folk, by sowing hardy seed the fruit awoke
Dear Madam your hands did give birth, to vigorous crops aplenty on this Earth
Give praise to the stamina of the field, which grants bounty in the farmer’s yield
A tiller more proud there cannot be, I thank the root the stalk and the tree
For gifting gentry with such a boon, to delight night morning & afternoon
Dear Doctor it’s purely thanks to thee, your science your potions & your esprit
Without which us poor sufferers are lost, and thus condemned to bear the cost
Dear Madam you are a credit to the community, afflicted albeit by grievous malady
A burden so great do you bear, to provide ungrateful townsfolk with wholesome fare
Labour & industry serve as your belief, insomnia & arthritis do gift you with grief
A beacon of charity like Louise de Marillac, you bear the weight of servitude on your back
Dear Doctor be it as it may, vice incurs debts that I am obliged to pay
I strive to croon to my inner soul, to rid myself of that which takes its toll
But bliss is solely procured by opioid, without which I plunge into the infernal void
Sensing the hit within my thouroughfares, gives me strength to produce my wares
Sufferers are lured and go astray, botanicals enrapture forever and a day
Aloof to the counsel of medical sagesse, they display neither temperance nor finesse
Dear Madam your confidence may I save, until six foot beneath in my grave
To Hippocrates I do remain steadfast, to Erasmus allegiance until the last
Lucky are those devoid of devilish affliction, science discipline sobriety and erudition
Shepherd the path of the enlightened, towards the undefiled truth hightened
Dear Doctor your succor brings me asunder, your alms resonate like the loudest thunder
My veins pulse amok at your every word, your relief sparks me as a fledgling bird
Dear Madam may I draw your attention, to Satan’s work I don’t dare to mention
Heretics and freaks only deserve short shrift, and can only expect a malignant gift
Damned be the merging of caste and shade, forbidden is the union of ruby and jade
For the ides of Cancer can only forebode, for those who dare to question the code
Dear Doctor you have my undivided attention, I see that of which you allude to mention
Heretics and freaks only deserve short shrift, and can only expect a malignant gift
Damned be the merging of unhearing and cripple, may metastasis abound from the tainted nipple
Fate knocks at the deaths of dusk, to implale the green jewel upon its tusk
The silent wailing of ultimate despair, is rather too much for me to bear
Let them be with their lives in tatters, for I have in mind much more urgent matters
Dear Madam in the morn’ if you’re free, pray come and visit my surgery
To receive medicinal vials as a token, of goodwill fervour & words unspoken
Judgement alone awaits the forsaken, their profanity into account will be taken
The wretched do indeed our conscience defile, from our hearts may they enjoy the sweetest exile
Dear Doctor in the morn’ with brimming hamper, will I call on thee to pamper
The finest victuals raised in my domain, in return pray assuage my theatre of pain
The Village Idiot's Tale
Whatever is rooted is duty bound to die
The laws and the codes dare to be broken
Herald no more that viaticum token
Fear not thy beloved Jade is burning bright
Plotting with teapots towards the final fight
The Thirteen vigilantes braced in the waiting room
The barber is dying to be raised from the tomb
Strike dear Ruben for all you’re worth
Imagine the true meaning of your birth
You’ve longed for this moment since you were sowed
Master the fillip before your sinews corrode
Upon the eleventh chime of the eleventh hour
Invoke your deep existential power
A sole chance to raise many a kindred soul
Valiantly gagging in Calcutta’s black hole
Blessed is the freak for we shall inherit the earth
The universe and beyond within our girth
Shatter the glass & burn the books profane
Duality and duplicity again and again
The pied piper of destiny is coming awake
His tune will away the senseless take
A blinding umbra upon this world will fall
Down will come Humpty Dumpty and all
Homer's Tale
Tales of destiny and heroics I’ve told, depicting battles for love of the bold
The ashes of artifice are scattered bare, damning a species that doesn’t care
The seeds were sowed so long ago, the Word became tenet to dispel ego
Guardians of the Blue such was our call, to protect all creatures great and small
Love and free will the guiding lights, have given rise to envy and fights
Omnipotent lucre irrigates the Devil inside, avarice is beached at every high tide
Man has been given their marching orders, too many conflicts & too many borders
Lacklustre lusting lying threadbare, anecdotal apathy aggrandizes the tear
Whatever happened to all those heroes, haemophiliacs pricked upon the rose ?
It would seem that benign democracy, has been evicted by malign mediocracy
What is learned is about to be unlearned, what is yearned is about to be unyearned
Watch them, hear them, feel them stride, led by fatuous virtue fed by heinous pride
Idiot priest doctor mother & wife, plead guilty to the charges and sentenced to life
Watch them, hear them, feel them dance, unawares that this is their ultimate chance
Fanciful and carefree following the tune, hypnotic airs spell out a beguiling rune
Morning on all fours a learning curve, body and mind brimming full with verve
Noon bold upright upon two sturdy pins, that evolution has upgraded from scaly fins
Night falls with three pegs to deambulate, the biped leptoid is beginning to mutate
Darkness comes the limbs are prostrate, the son of man slithers towards the gate
Witnesses are few and far between, conscious of what is and what has been
Unhearing standing remote to the melody, their affiliction affords such supremacy
Cripple stumped numb before the gripping beat, glory to those who accomplish the feat
Unseeing mindmapping in all directions, faith escorts nimble forward projections
If life were just a mirage of illusion, hoping resigning elation and delusion
If life were just a comedy of error, tending taking temerity and terror
If life were just a rite of passage, growing declining celibacy and marriage
If life were just a gift from up above, caring despairing hatred and love
If death were just a suspended sentence, bail may cost a fortune or twopence
If death were just anarchy perceived, from a lifelong struggle finally relieved
If death were just chaos revolved, the greatest mystery remains unsolved
If death were just a fleeting adieu, to signal the everglow of 2O2
If deliverance were a token of things to come, would Jack drink water wine or rum ?
If deliverance were the collective state of mind, understanding would together us bind
If deliverance were a maze in grace, the mirrors would unveil beauty in the wretch’s face
If deliverance were the hatching egg, would you stand in line for mercy to beg ?
The dawn chorus chants the awakening call, the harvesting tools are standing tall
The high noon bell sounds a respite toll, the bellyache rumble debauches your soul
The shadows of dusk today’s work is done, restart on the morrow cursing the sun
In the dead of night your instincts awake, crtitical mass is reached there’s no mistake
Augustin's Tale
Hi folks my name’s Augustin the cuddly bear, I bet you didn’t expect to see me there
Bear with me and harken my dispatch, espy the ovum which is about to hatch
Although I’m not really one of your kind, my narrative may your deepest interest find
So lend me your ears and start to pretend, you’ll understand all when you reach the end
Kingdoms of glory have come and gone, names distant memories where light once shone
Vague references in so many history books, the benevolent the magnificent the avaricious crooks
Lest we forget the chronicles of great artisans, whose legacy has spawned deriders and partisans
Illustrious and anonymous seated side by side, homo sapiens stripped naked of pride
Patience has thus reached its sell-by date, no discounts afforded by the hands of fate
The stocks are depleted the shelf is bare, dynamic obsolescence produces wear and tear
Drive to the market browse the on-line store, no reserves left be you rich or poor
No ration book will come to the rescue, neither War nor Peace can solve the issue
Opportunity knocks in a mysterious way, bringing kindred souls into play
Opportunity knocks in the Harvest season, to defy every rhyme and every reason
Opportunity knocks in the heart of the home, and piques the rover prone to roam
Opportunity knocks in the fertile womb, fellows ressurecting from the putrid tomb
The air you inhale a debris of toxic waste, corrupts sight sound smell feel & taste
The fire you warm to at the deaths of night, did many a calamitous skirmish ignite
The water you drink from its very source, soiled as it meanders along its course
The earth you till and bring asunder, causes fauna & flora to resonate as thunder
The Fifth Element the puzzle’s missing piece, did many an erudite’s wonder increase
Knowledge alone is insufficient, led astray are the concupiscent
Laws and rules are made to be broken, lies and untruths so often outspoken
Morals and values propounded for all, pleading absolution before the Wailing Wall
Love thy neighbour as if one of your kin, pay lip service to the temptations of sin
Remain true to your inner self, perch your pride upon the shelf
Goods and wealth come and go, making you feel both high and low
Judge not without a damn good reason, hypocracy is tantamount to high treason
The past the present the future is now, the time has come so take a bow
The curtain is raised for a blessed encore, who can guess what for us is in store ?
The screenplay the props the actors are done, time now to have some fun
The critics review The World is a Stage, Humanity is about to write a fresh page
Look for the bare necessities, the simple bare necessities
You know Augustin’s words ring so true, what makes you act the way you do ?
I mean the bare necessities, old Mother Hubbard’s wholesome recipes
We can make things appear out of the blue, all colours and creeds within the hue
The phoenix stirs in the cherry blossom shroud, a hair’s breadth away from the madding crowd
The cuddly bear the firestarter catalyst, the image of innocence the purest amethyst
Water cascades upon the egg of zeal, Day of Celebration offers a brand new deal
The Fifth Element finally sparks into being, all knowing all hearing all seeing all healing
Sisyphus' Tale
Father tempus never fugits although I deserve no compassion
I can boast cheating Death in a most original fashion
The punishment fits the crime my chore is never done
Pushing Jocky up the hill I can assure you is no fun
An eternity of incessant labour such is my lot
A lad insane am I who has simply lost the plot
A rebel without a cause a misfit with no agenda
A figment of mythology an ageless young pretender
To whom do I lament the severity of the sentence ?
To whom do I confess the sincerity of repentance ?
Unless my plight were to serve as the final paradigm
Of a journey to glory from ridiculous to sublime
Inque tuo sedisti Sisyphe saxo a moment of relief
Afford memories of a distant past albeit rather brief
Upon my buddy boulder vistas of Gardens of Eden abound
Today some strange stirring I espy from atop the mound
Agitation elation trepidation everywhere to be seen
I know not what all this commotion is supposed to mean
Curiosity piques my every nerve and courses up my spine
Hope floods my mind with stunning visions of a fresh design
Having sweet Fanny Adams to lose but everything to gain
Willing instant relief from a perennial pain
Ears razor sharp, the crunch can all over be heard
Catch 22 King Ubu and Camus unite to mock the absurd
Surrounded by naked Sirens my manhood as hard as rock
The shrilling cries pulverise my loyal companion Jock
Where did all these damn nymphs come from wonder I ?
The dust spells out a memo from the Catcher in the Rye
Sweet liberation beckons in this blessed month of September
The Thirteen will descend a choice to make and remember
When the sun rises in the West and declines in the East
You might come to understand the nature of the Beast
When the moon splits in two day and night deceived
The cycles that you cling to never again retrieved
When the crack in the ocean rocks the sturdiest ship
Summon all your inner might and come crack the whip
When bountiful Nature’s mutiny pulls on the trigger
You will muster the vitality to go forth and transfigure
When the Pyramids collapse under the sands of time
Take a nightboat to Cairo the bells commence to chime
When fire begins to rage from the highest peaks
A choice will have to be made within seventy weeks
Whichever way it goes I honestly couldn’t give a twopenny fuck
From an eternity of labour I have finally become unstuck
Flip a coin if you will to plot a destiny unorthodox
Bluff the hands of fate by playing carrot in the box
My work is done my rendition to you I do relay with ease
Excuse me if you will I just have so many NILFs to please
The Trickster's Tale
Lest you forget the true meaning of your birth
You may be expecting me to pull a rabbit out of a hat
Pray dear audience I can promise you so much more than that
An unprecedented number shall unravel before your very eyes
An enchantment so unique that will catch you by surprise
Illusion begets delusion I see your mouths are all agape
The trick I shall perform is called ‘The Greatest Escape’
Behold a singular contraption of my very own design
Into which each and every punter is invited to confine
Don’t panic inside don’t hold your breath
Don’t fear the arcanes of an imminent death
Don’t dial 999 don’t invoke 666
Don’t pay Charon to cross the Styx
Espouse the cleansing liquid as it irrigates nerve and fibre
Regenerate the life source of the Nile and the Tiber
Delivered from bogus evil take a curtsey or a bow
As elevated Struldbruggs your chance to make a vow
Every man desires to live long, but no man wishes to be old
Each and every one of you the rainbow’s pot of gold
Scrubbed clean from mortal vices deficient of amoral pride
Debunk the psychotic absurdity of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
You start a question and it’s like starting a stone
Learn to accept your reward give the dog a bone
Dancing prancing middle finger to nonsensical law
Kafka metamorphosed by the crow on the shore
You can kill the dreamer sure but you can’t kill the dream
Creeds colours and beliefs conjugate to create the team
Champion higher laws with which we were once bestowed
Time has come for the raised to take over from the sowed
Sure-handed Hadean designs all but betrayed
The coin lands on Heads sing a sublime seranade
A melody so sweet resonates through the universe
Helios enfranchises the departed from their curse
Space-hopping from Mercury to Pluto to elect an abode
Scotty beams me up as a reminder of the code
Beingscape articulates every animate possibility
Impassability subtility clarity and agility
A painstaking test market of peaks and troughs in the field
4.5 billion years of labour to harvest an immaculate yield
Pay credit to our unsung heroes I name Ruben and Jade
Village idiot Homer Augustin & Sisyphus for the role you played
Priest mother doctor & farmer’s wife your soul did you sell
No need to fret because there’s no such place as Hell
A new heading has been set for which we can calmly set sail
The sixteen vestal virgins sing A Whiter shade of pale
The newborn erect everglowing sinless dogmas
Bend the knee I pray of thee entertain brave new sagas
George Washington's Tale
The blossom at my feet beds the awakening phoenix
Hatchet in hand I’m embarked on a killing spree
As in a trance I hack away at the trunk for a final fix
Defer defer behold the Lord High Executioner
A Vaudeville scenario like the Jumping Jupiter
Stand and deliver your integrity or your life
Stranded and slivered pay hommage to the knife
The Host and his New Model Army made it crystal clear
The box you did choose the coin you did flip
Yet sin has held you firm in its grip
The womb is barren please don’t shed a blessed tear
Time has served as blood brother and nemesis
Lessons never learned and fruitless cycles espoused
Cowardice has jaundiced every time and every motion
Tails, tails, tails !
The fruit of the loom captive inside Pandora’s Box
Ripe cherries rain down as I wield the axe
The lazy dog jumps over the quick brown fox
This mortal coil transforms lifeforce into wax
Expect the unexpected salute salvation in vain
You’ve tickets for the Orient Express night train
Flee as fast as you can although the exit is barred
Would you like your stake rare medium or charred ?
Running to a standstill running amok
Running wet running dry
Running low running high
Running ragged wretched lady Luck
Rock a bye baby the trunk starts to give way
Roll up roll up the spectacle is so grand
An earth-shattering crack pierces the soul
Timber, timber, timber !
Pitch black shrouds the Blue the stars are shining bright
A tremor can be felt from a stirring far away
The dwarf planet is beginning to go astray
The plutoed Little Boy promoted general of the plight
Hurtling towards nextdoor agglomerating all in its path
The masque of the red death beckoning the aftermath
Converging and merging first of all with its nuclear buddies
The bulging Fat Man negating all scientific studies
Gaining speed celestial bodies have no desire to resist
Saturn Jupiter and Mars join in the celebration
Self-sacrifice in unison proclaims a psychopomp oblation
The final chapter of the story does not conceal a twist
An immaculate chain reaction that Man was blind to expect
Enola alone admires the spectacle from a glorious vantage point
The tearful phoenix bids farewell and immolates Mother Earth
Hollow, hollow, hollow !
The Host's Epilogue
The stepping Stone has planted the root
The harvest moon has engendered the fruit
Imperishable shadows recall a ball of fire
Indeed inbreed impede the funeral pyre
The Immaculate dozen standing strong and proud
From a barren field a perfect yield has been ploughed
Go forth and spread the news to North and South
The Word will become tenet in each and every mouth
Ruben the groundbreaker be raised
Jade the leveller be raised
Priest the healer be raised
Mother the enchantress be raised
Doctor the savant be raised
Farmer’s wife the harmonizer be raised
Village idiot the vitalizer be raised
Homer the wordsmith be raised
Augustin the appeaser be raised
Sisyphus the bringer of joy be raised
Trickster the cleanser be raised
George Washington the liberator be raised
Never underestimate the guile of pearly teapots
The auctioneer has very subtely chosen the lots
Come ring around the rosie, raised fledglings fashion the posie
Come awake, come laugh and sing for I am Bodie.
I HAVE COME TO BREAK THE CYCLE
