Upon Dampened Sanskrit (feat. jube jube)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, February 4, 2013 Under: Poetry

The element of water is incomprehensible
When merged with wooden carbonate
A new creature is created, and with it the age of genocide
A mouthful, a handful of gold dust
These war veterans wait beyond the glass display
History books are underbelly pterydactyls
Scratching ivory messages onto cave limestone interior
And launch into everything

The ancient scribe sits in the flooded room
Water rises imperceptibly, soon nothing will be left of the ancient civilization
Fresh air! Breathe in the gasp of sweet, sweet oxygen
And thank the heavens that you’re alive
Scholarly monks surround the ancient tower of Pathos
To preserve their mysterious home
Where oak pine forests grow in abundance.

Hudson river
The wetland scrolls are sent to the altar for further examination,
The study of liquidity. Who are we to define the undead oak?
Extract it’s white blood vessels and soak it in the hive’s concrete foundation
Planet Earth is ready for squeezing,
The leaf drops, and then nothing.

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