Cliff Poems
Victoria Peak
The people eat meat and grow taller from protein,
so buildings get built higher to fit all the riches
that come with fast food and construction.
As I step away, high up the hills into the sky,
the groundspeople look smaller,
subdued by skyscraper monsters that sprawl across continents
with stomachs that go on forever.
Heaven is an expensive piece of real estate,
a status destination to touch miracles
produced by trapped angels for sale on an unbalanced market
frequented by liars looking to buy salvation at any price and
avoid forgiveness at any cost like communion that can be found in a wine cup.
High on altitude,
drunk with the power that comes with the godly feeling of controlling thy brother,
and filled complete to satisfaction with the fat worldview
that produced and turned this kingdom
from hungry instinct to obsessive prisoner-taking mission,
The small people up here close their eyes,
while the invisible people down there ask no questions,
and the only interruption to silence is the
sound of seeds being drilled open to sprout a new apartment building.
Soon there will be someone sleeping in it.
so buildings get built higher to fit all the riches
that come with fast food and construction.
As I step away, high up the hills into the sky,
the groundspeople look smaller,
subdued by skyscraper monsters that sprawl across continents
with stomachs that go on forever.
Heaven is an expensive piece of real estate,
a status destination to touch miracles
produced by trapped angels for sale on an unbalanced market
frequented by liars looking to buy salvation at any price and
avoid forgiveness at any cost like communion that can be found in a wine cup.
High on altitude,
drunk with the power that comes with the godly feeling of controlling thy brother,
and filled complete to satisfaction with the fat worldview
that produced and turned this kingdom
from hungry instinct to obsessive prisoner-taking mission,
The small people up here close their eyes,
while the invisible people down there ask no questions,
and the only interruption to silence is the
sound of seeds being drilled open to sprout a new apartment building.
Soon there will be someone sleeping in it.
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Victoria Peak
Victoria Peak
