I Sing The Modern Man

I sing the modern man-
the omnipotent impotent
the divine helot
the jury of lepers falling apart at the seams
the product of revolution
the interpreter of night
the snake in the garden whispering of dreams
O sayers of truth and half-truth lies
I sing, I sing

I sing the modern man-
the exiled puppet throne
in the towers above the smog
who sighs of distant keeps grown frail in the flight
pretenders of the thought
deniers of the sun
caught naked in the beds of foreign paramours
O criers of the universal theme
I sing, I sing

I sing the modern man-
the noble cannibal
the trader of light
lying dead in the midst of a golden fount
the sadistic melancholy
the cry sublime
growing stale in the terrorist dawn
O preachers of the aimless soul
I sing, I sing

I sing the modern man-
grown ragged in the dust
singing the tired lament
packed in the trains as the sky falls
stoned by their ideals
razed by the goal
and falling off the craters of Nagasaki
O poets of the Hiroshima song
I sing, I sing

I sing the modern man-
the end is upon us
alone as winter falls
trudging through the fields of Chernobyl and Kashmir
floundering in the wind
that casts due doubt
the troubles rolling by at the bottom of the screen
O pariahs of the lost age
I sing, I sing

O seekers of the forgotten hope
I sing, I sing.

(May 2012)

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