fly-by-nite lighthouse

god on its head

Tipped torved concrete rock-hewn head in sand island-man erected god in graven image in hand-selected granite encased perpendicular eyeballs ogling horizon in indifferent malediction moulded of stone with taunting stare- the swaggering sneer and stoicism dare- We can turn the god on its head! In a turmoil of one-thousand hands a cacophony of hard-charging fingernails cracked to the quick boot-bottoms, sinew and walking sticks fixed at the base and the idol will tumble; teeter reluctantly- molasses on the soggy grass- but undulate under our weight en masse together we make the tyrant humble- We can turn the god on its head! Cheer the convulsion and the peal of pebbles chipping  in all directions howl at the detonation- an unruly hedonistic orgasm of ascendancy- a clamor of heights unheard join with me- bloody your fingertips embark to heave-ho cold stone will puncture, bruise our skin below but we will hoist in heroic travail new era of extrication without fail- We can turn the god on its head!

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ALL POETRY COPYRIGHT MB TANKERSLEY 2004

This all started when I watched a Discovery Channel docu on the statues on Easter Island. One of the giant heads had been toppled at one time. It lay on the ground and didn't seem so miraculous in that position. The archaeologist on the program surmised that originally the great heads were built as spiritual figures but eventually came to symbolize the power that the higher-status islanders held over the lower-ranked islanders. The wealthy built taller heads that grew more and more elongated- a very phallic type statement. The more I look at the situation in which our society has placed itself, the more I see gigantic heads erected with a "mine-is-bigger" mentality. Hooray for Nerd TV! I had fun writing this one.