Thepoetryofjp

Two Truths

Oh, Khafre would you tell the truth?
Was it you who removed Anubis
from the rough paws that soothed the world

Divisions unite us:
The righteous verses all
who dare to dream on false idol

From the doves that pepper the somber sky
to the slate that ashen’s the dappled day

We have engaged in a silence
so profound, it approaches stupidity;

They came, they saw,
and they conquered;
we stayed and witnessed,
and they abused us.

Since first we rose from ocean’s active mud,
since fins became the bending of legs,
since legs hadn’t yet the strength,

I will not be remembered,
not in the history classes
or in the breath
that fogs rose colored glasses
when widows weep at dawn.

On workdays he’d get up,
worn as the mattress’s springs,
and put on his dad face.
I’d sometimes see him through the cracks

How many year ago
did the carpenters tools
become useless
to understand the world?

Reading the newspaper:
It said, new material blacker