Monday, October 31, 2011

The Tyranny of Mediocrity


And we circle each other at distances beyond knowing
The hunter and the hunter
In snow covered hills beneath a cirrus sky blue
The hunted and the haunted
Through days of rain and nights of fire
We ignore our paths’ repeated erosive tread
We ignore the exposed strata of the past revealed
Seeing only future spoils
The taste of blood upon the tongue
No satisfaction for a starving man
On snow covered hills beneath a blue cirrus sky
A man conventionally attired
In sheep-skin vest and nylon tie
Will pass judgement on a floral shirt

2 comments:

Harlequin said...

as you said.... the hunted and the hunted...
so well done.

Garth said...

as I said "the hunted and the haunted" ;]