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The Fox and E.’s E. Grapes

The Fox and E.’s E. Grapes

©Jo Hewitt The Teal Mango 2017
The Fox and E.'s E. Grapes © Jo Hewitt 2017

The Fox and E.’s E. Grapes
© Jo Hewitt 2017


 

The Fox and E.’s E. Grapes

You said you’d heard I had a change in heart,

Maybe I would feel better now.

You said you had heard it from the grapevine.

You said your heart was okay,

Your heart was fine.

Did you ask me about mine?

 

What did The Fox say?

As he lured you over the vineyard trestle

To expose your nakedness

To his rakishness

To begin your writhing,

To wrestle,

To twist your morals,

Churning out the inside.

The emperor has new clothes-

His flaccid ethics.

Did you both his bloated corpulence ride?

 

To measure truth, reality, justice and ethics,

What are your metrics?

 

And yet,

Do you have regrets

As he filled your cistern with rancid wine?

Churn, twist and turn

On your mottled bed under the grape vine.

Day and night, night and day.

Did you listen, really listen to

What The Fox did say?

 

With your legs and mouth agape,

Did you ruminate on each

Rotten grape?

Did you swallow it all,

Each little green ball

Proffered on his spear’s length and girth?

What did The Fox say?

Did he promise The Garden’s rebirth,

Make new your own Gethsemane?

And what would that be?

It seems it’s a garden turned dark and gray.

But tell me, tell me,

What did the Fox say?

 

Were you complicit?

Were you complacent?

As the cross was broken for the Sacrament?

 

I call you out on your hypocrisy,

The modern world’s leprosy

Where the seekers of Truth

Are confined in the colony.

 

Did you choke on the soured green pearls you spewed

Askew,

In slouched protection from your

Paltry, pernicious pew?

 

You Pharisee,

Void of humane thought,

Vapid head.

Void.

Where years ago the Good Word fell

Screaming, silent, a knell

To a soul long dead.

 

What did The Fox say?

While, before, after

He mind-fucked your head

Fornicating, penetrating to

Your heart, your Soul,

Giving us all the shaft

 

All you say is:

“My heart is okay.

I worry about MY children, too.”

 

Yes,

Your blonde-haired, blue eyed babes

Who will never experience the

Bludgeoning hate of a bigot’s rage.

 

My heart is fine. My heart is okay.”

Again you nurse your whine

Blood letting whine of malice.

You drink from a long tarnished chalice,

Gloating, your spiritual body bloating,

Seeping, ooze of ignorance.

Dare I say, dare I pray for your temperance?

 

Cease and Desist

 

Resist

The call of The Fox

As he mocks

The Word, turned to bitter brine.

 

This is absurd.

 

Again your whine.

 

Would we be safer

With your Holy Wafer,

A thin stale slice.

Dried up infectious staph of death,

Not life.

Do we warrant a few crumbs

To ease the strife?

 

Do we have a choice?

Do you have and

Will you use your voice?

Do you even have your own thought?

 

I thought naught.

 

In this sordid play

Will you only believe and do

Whatever The Fox will say?

 

You laid your soul upon this perverted alter.

You did not falter

As YOU drained it of life.

What else has died,

What else is dead?

You lay back on your grape leaf bed,

Your legs wide

Spread.

 

This is not a game.

 

Do you think your leaf of fig

Will hide

your shame?

Your holy leaf,

Gold leaf,

Old,

Tattered,

Torn,

Is now our crown of thorns.

 

Your lips, lowered, spread wide,

A bloody smile,

Blood of my children, my friends.

With each thrust of The Fox

Another destructive beginning

Which never ends.

All the while

You writhe under The Fox and whine

My heart is okay. My heart is fine.”

 

Did you ask ME how I feel

Is my heart okay?

 

My heart may never heal

As I breathe

In the stench of your spiritual decay

And of your Judas vote.

 

One thing more I must note,

One thing more needs be said,

 

“Let the dead

Bury the dead.”

 

 

 

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