Sheep (a rant)

Too afraid
to touch the crush of stars
all real life burns fierce within,
too fearful
of the looking glass of self
that mars
the perfect slink of self-importance
oozed out delusional
in simplicity of ego,
yet far from any
reach of real reality
striking sparks from
living life to send up
blaze of bonfire thought
into a stratospheric generation
of future's holy flame.

Too fraught
with vanity of righteous center
to understand the flow of truth,
too sickened by
slow centuries of liquid
superstition seeping
ever outward into
layered rot of indignation
served delicious as
a honeyed bolus
slipped sweetly foul
between eager lips
of incredulous stupidity
in place of rising
understanding
replacing rejection
to be ever understood
as true timeline of
open honest love
instead of fear.

Too lazy
to reach up high enough to overcome
rape of reason by unforgiving jealousy,
too dumb
too fucking dumb
to have the meagerest iota
of self-determination
or know
real choice of love and life
without the stench of terror
wafting from the corpse
of knowledge knifed
slow and sure by
paternalistic hatred
of all real freedom,
clothed in vomit dogma
burning reason in
a choking fume
of scalding acid lies
screamed as truth.

Sheep deserve
the flock,
before a slow sheer and glacial slaughter
in the name of God.