~Madman Chronicles: Alms for the Digger~

By WordWulf, 19th Jan 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/pww4f6a1/
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Meet me with your bodies for crosses, goodness overlapped by sin, jewels of your imperfections worn as bracelets ‘round your thighs.

~Madman Chronicles: Alms for the Digger~

~Alms for the Digger~

He steps into his shovel
Stones sing steel voice ring
Yes the morning dew clings
to the skin and his face
His face weeps sweat
at three by six
and two yards deep
A blackbird whispers...
Alms for the Digger
Will we finally sustain
be satisfied of moment
realize there is no surprise
time spent seeking back
Mysterious connection
we human invention
see ourselves extension
of god beasts anal retention

Shadows in the cave lake
all teeth and no eyes
glide smooth serpent fish
celebrate darkness of vision
ancient realm copper seam
These are we before
heathen event of mating

One last curtain call
an old blues man
adjusts hiss steel teeth
takes the bit into his mouth
and rides ‘er one more time
each unspecified
event of madness
(harmonica)

(this part sung)
I don’t care
when the nightwind blow
She gon’ say me a prayer
She gone... She gone..
She gone.
Tell you ‘bout a woman
author of madness
Priestess
Witness
Carry me to the killing ground
Lay me on a field of fire
My flesh won’t burn
My flesh won’t burn

A mist of ghosts rise
divided by distance
slaughtered once more
They blue and gray in the dawn
boys and a masque of men
She gon’ to pray us a prayer
mark the end of our war
mark the end of our war
(harmonica)

Meet me with your
bodies for crosses
goodness overlapped by sin
jewels of your imperfections
worn as bracelets
‘round your thighs
A fisher of pearls
probing your wound of flesh
discovers a cache of fish eggs
fertilizes them
carries them away
in a canning jar
names them sea monkeys
decides to join a circus
where life becomes an adventure
be all he can be
no idle passing of time
a plan to feed
the homeless in China
inspired by the bleached bones of home
walked over and pushed aside

Few see beyond the tinted glass
pleased to be on their way
to aid the less fortunate
Who’s gonna shovel
the elephant shit
To youth I say
rejoice in a ravenous
feast of years
your blood lust to have it all
Hump your way toward oblivion
Suck energy from the day
Spit it into the faces
from whence you came
defecate on the courthouse steps
Wiggle your ass and walk away
Breathe deep
your smoking revenge
Soon enough you will bury
those who made you
and when you went too far
dug deep arranged your bail
A reoccurrence of dawn
is no swift illusion
or less real the morrow
Too young for wisdom
young enough to know better
Climb into your box
wear them proud
your half-assed clothes
Ah hell ~ nobody gonna pay the digger

Meet the author

WordWulf
Tom Sterner lives in Redding, California and Arvada, Colorado with wife Kathy. He has been published in numerous magazines and on the internet, including Howling Dog Press/Omega, Skyline Literary Review, The Storyteller, and Flashquake. His interne...(more)