Off with their Heads!
How
often,
when
talking, telling a tale
explaining
a plan
shooting
the breeze
have
you suddenly seen
the
listener’s eyes go blank
the
spotlight turns round,
their
mind racing off
accelerating,
leaving you
in the
dust,
of
your speech
of
your thought?
U = O
You’ve
done the same, no?
The
Red Queen
shouts
“Off with their heads!”
We
laugh at lackey cards
cheering
Alice’s impertinent rightness.
How
often have we seen, or read
(History
rankles with examples)
or
felt, the worthlessness
of
being, in our own tiny ego
at the
annihilation of people?
Humans
think themselves such royalty
bosses and captains,
lords
and pastors,
divinely created kings & queens
scions
& dictators, generals
ceo,
nco’s the latest, armored madmen
& presidents
too
cops
and criminals
proud bigly
gods (god/gods
we invented)
The
holy lords above us cry:
Shoot
them! Bomb them!
Send
toy planes and stealth bombers!
Tanks
and ships, men and guns!
Destroy
their homes!
Flood
the fields with devastation
Burn
the towns and cities
Kill
their children left and right
Leave
them without home or hope
Off, Off, Off with their heads!
Chanting,
we humbly comply
All in
a marching line
doing
their bidding
saluting flags & pledging battle
Little
gods ourselves
Forever
repeating
“off
with their heads”
“off
with their heads”
Written
after reflection, blanked when excitedly telling a story, my audience of one was
elsewhere, my heroes left aimless, and my personal worth shattered before the
period at the end of the sentence. Self-inflicted
doubt, but true, flash back to being in the office, for a moment the center of attention in the joint conversation, until the
boss/king walked into the room, and all the ladies curtsied, the men bowed,
closing involuntarily closing their eyes to prevent equality from leaking in.
And
that is how it starts.
25
March 2018
Jmf-w
And a humbling humor deflecting the kowtowing to the boss, taking the light off moi:
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