THE KINGDOM OF ULTIMATE POWER

I confess I love death, 

enslavement, whoredom, darkness  

I am wrong about everything,

capable of anything, 

the aberration of all creation,

the truth is not found in me  

Rescue me from your righteous wrath 

Otherworldly Light beams through the void 

The sterile becomes somehow inhabited 

This impossible weight vanishes 

The grave now empty 

as a junkie’s syringe

 

You are the resurrection and the life 

You hold the universe in your hands 

All your plaques and trophies:

melt them down

What you refuse

the rocks and trees cry willingly

Fall on your knees

and weep as all men should

ageless guilt blackens my spine 

whispers I am too tainted

Failure reserves the chief seat    

 

But this radiance cannot be 

contained or measured

fathomed or controlled 

Fortresses are reduced to naught

Every crooked path is made straight 

I can only tremble, tremble, tremble

the cloak of your bloodlust 

is wearing thin 

you’re a bag-lady adorned in fine linen 

whose schemes could overfill a sewer 

 

I can smell you now 

sharpening snares 

for your father 

raising all in falsehood 

ignoring the bars over a fleeting world 

hovering over the button

like a spectre in a hospital 

The President wants my brains blown out 

 

but these walls of iron 

are starting to leak sand 

for I belong to 

The Kingdom Of Ultimate Power

undying 

until it calls me home

sharpen your battle axe

before it melts 

before the One 

whose eyes are as seven furnaces

The Land of the Dead

seems to have come closer

to those residing in the towers

 

leary of the ventilation ducts 

no longer making eye contact 

awaiting instruction 

 

the fathers pretend to sleep 

the women check their doorsteps 

to scrub away watermarks, indicators 

for safety’s sake

before the next nightfall

before the neighbours come 

to keelhaul them all 

I wade into all this water

that never goes anywhere 

but washes away mothers’ dreams 

And now every set of eyes 

deems me unclean

 

but I too wandered these shores 

the aimless man collecting shellac 

adjusting his death mask 

sustaining the non-prisoner delusion

 

The Kingdom Of Ultimate Power

has a place for you 

A house filled with mansions

this is not cheating death

this is conquering it 

Abandon crawling through the night 

You are sons and daughters