Okay—
Let’s say
there’s a man.
A wish-horse
a wanderer.
Let’s say that he is your friend.
Let’s say this man
has tendencies.
Sings more than he speaks.
Dabbles in mastery.
Let’s say he’s a leader
un-warriored and pure.
Mangled in mercury
marveled by math.
Let’s say he is an only child
though siblings
grace his chart.
Let’s say he prefers
make-believe.
Now what does
“make-believe”
mean to you?
Not real? Fictitious?
Imaginary? In the mind?
Distinguish this
from dreams.
Distinguish from God.
Now back
to the man.
Back? Why back?
Stay in place.
Let’s say this man has wings.
Let’s say this man
can walk in place
and glides through everything.
Let’s say
this man
has chosen
sides.
Let’s say
rebels
against the norm
prefers the storm
and rhymes when
meanings swell.
Would you rather
he paint your chapel?
Would he rather
build a chair?
Would you rather
give him pen and pad
to calculate the air?
Would you bid him
lead an army?
Would you give him
a guitar?
Would you offer
him a place to sleep?
A blanket and a meal?
Would u trust him
where your children sleep?
Would u teach them
how to kill?
with precious gifts
bestowed through
nature’s will?
The history of Self Defense
was seldom writ in stone.
The priests who
kept their secrets close
believed in flowing robes
and in them stored metallurgy
of currency and cross
to pick through stone and sever bone of bulls,
of rams, of goats . . .