The Pope's Egg Hat

The Pope's Egg Hat - Rozz Williams and Gitane Demone

Not caring truly blinded

I leave this box

With twisted face

And everything you

Ever wanted

White against glass

Dead as names from

Bellies tightened

Something must be

Done about this

They have robbed us

Of a cheapened life

Permit us only a

Sense of pity

Brought on by brutality

And unconcerned eyes

Lives in squalor

Sick or in prison

The doors old gain

All night caught nothing

A member of that body

That one-minded memory alone

No razor nor fermented

Liquids in fulgent power

Shall gain dominion over death

Fast-moving crazy wandering

Nature's mutation of ghastly fate

Heavy canvas holding

Cave-like drip-rot

One hand whines in deep space-time

Halfway down my death watch ticks

This sermon of agony draws all

My attention away from the years

No great outcry of bodies

In godless commotion

Look at their dauntless

Courage to this good news

Black night hearts

Leading them astray

And these heroic deeds

Done in leaping blaze

Across centuries of mental ascent

Should we resign such

Human frailties

As in heaven's tongue confess

And if this outline is a

Blueprint of fear turn away

Seeds spilt then altered

By day-frowning signs

Yellow slowly in smolders

Do we not occupy such thrones

The proof of scars catching

Man in his own trap of salvation

It is the positive core

Of checks and balances

It is not in fire's abrogated fate

Is it a stirring reaffirmation

Of hope's final warfare

Are we not restrained in

Mourning starred indulgence

Standing at the gate

Slave as royal shift

A smear of wasp-sized

Jewels glitter madly

As the throat is cut

From ear to ear

Ever widening circles

Engulf these molten days

So that love and mercy

Might walk in newness

Active faith a unity we

Know must never be broken

On the other hand

You are a brother of foreign land

A green-eyed monster

All of you sheep

Not lords but servants

Separated from the sphere

Of truth before sin

And we shall view the

Resurrection of the dead

Come to know the end

Of human foldings

A graceless life already spent

And leaf of evening rains

One crack in this

Otherwise seamless egg