The cowardice of all

The shit
The caked crust of filth that films this world
The scaffold of lies only the high believe
The evil
The cowardice of all.

What confronts is the grinding maw
A gate of knives, hammers and rollers
The life from here architected by treason
The evil
The cowardice of all.

The delusion eats its tail
Waves censers in worship
Of its own undoing
The creed with which they poisoned the South
Drips as theology from stitched mouth
The evil
The cowardice of all.

So weak of mind we give our minds in fear
The stolen structured schizophrenia so exactly
What is to be done. Who will do it 
While these routines run and run
The evil
The cowardice of all.

This epoch is derelict at its outset
All shuffling papers in banality of amargeddon
When called upon, where have the good gone ?
The evil
The cowardice of all.

Ayutthaya

I, a traveler from an antique land

Where the jungle parts saw a red brick stand

Sat atop it, two folded legs of stone

The torso shorn, still held command

Over a cityscape of rubbled brick

Red stubble of sacked streets and Wots.

Upon the walls strewn thick legs and arms

Split naked bodies carved of rock.

Still standing were the bell shaped forms

Lords entombed in solid brick

That ape masons from before their dawn

Who thinned and cooled the muggy tropic.

There, repeated by a hundred hands a hundred ways

Still dusted clean, a hundred shattered visage lay

Who's smiling lips and downcast eye

Knew well the folly of all earthly works

Sabbe sankhara anicca.

Mint growing from the cracks.