The Hymnist & The Shameless Flower

Since Ahkenaten composed his hymn
the grain-split sun has shined within
worshipped there where you alone go
at the golden crown of bright ego
peerless in nature, raised above
the green world and its whispered love
focused instead on an unkissed face
an image born of the master race
in sand, spit, blood and tears
by shadeless whip-strong overseers
hewn and shaped with enslaved muscle
Freedom is the new imperial hustle

Freedom to kneel at the knot of eternity
Freedom to live in the eternal city
free to forget the unresolved mystery
embedded forever in patches of history
free-fire zones on indigenous land
genius tamed in the palm of your hand
inspiring new acts of greater belief
in the power of right and the wink of a thief

the wind though, picking wild seeds from husked grasses
scatters a bouquet of meaningless beauty, because it can

waves ride the salt columns of an ocean, singing, hair thrown back
in a wild spray of wind-riven foaming desire, needing no observation
to pulse elated wet fingers and toes through the shingle bar of limitless life

no threshold too bold for illustrious heroes
but the crown lies behind a curtain of zeroes and never quite fits
remains there, put down
no ego shall ever wear the true crown
that this mad yellow flower is giving away




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ITEM: Girl With Yellow Flower by Rachel Ferguson.