Bum ba dum ba dum
He talks, beating on his chest like
The common idiot, trying to convince the world
Ha! You fools, living your silly lives!
You don’t understand the little things
And Ha! They say, swishing their lace-ridden dresses and satin garments like
Pallid wisps of wind, blowing
The hair of his knuckles, of hands
That caressed the ground at his feet
You’re all fools, don’t you see? Ha!
He laughs. And laughs and laughs and laughs
Until the bees come,
The bears, and things that covet the fresh meat gather
To watch the good man burn in delight
Whither away until
He joined his brothers, to the soil.
And Ha! I said. You idiot.
No one could do it. No one remembers how.