Allusion to Myth

-One poem per human being
-Any style or form accepted

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EPILOGUE FOR THE HEROIC JOURNEY


(Myth - St George and the Dragon)


The dragon smiled
not for a while
but continuously
and so religiously

waited as dragons do
with tail to pointing new -
was recognised supreme.

And then one day – vague disconnect
did fix a man between the eyes
each plagued with vacant staring …
projected primitive suspicion,
took enmity to new perdition.

Both now the losers of what might
spoiled for ever by a fight
in which the great old dragon slayed
supposed as “Saint” or “Sir” had prayed

but courage failed, was not enough
for dragon’s fight with fire and puff:
shame – a noble friend was lost
and history reveals the cost

…

but stop…, the dragon loved the “Sir”
and as planned did he love her
decided that the two combined
increased the treasure they would find
and so together in one pact
shared forces as a soul-mate act
thus history supports afresh
a way to end this ghastly mess …

Heroic Journey now complete
the cycle starts a new repeat -
the dragon lives for evermore
exuding wisdom’s semaphore
while Saints and Sirs across the land
renew their old outdated brands.

I remember when our flesh was made of ash.
I remember when our flesh was made of the blood of demons.
I remember we where the sweat, the tears, the semen of God.
I remember we had no soul, no fire, and then we had both.
I remember when the earth was the skeleton of the grandparent of our Gods.
I remember eating it, and eating other Gods.
I remember the tribute we used to pay him and to the Gods that killed him.
I remember,

Now our bodies are made of stardust and atoms.
Now their made of cells and DNA and nucleus, proteins that need division.
Now our brains has everything we need, or so we say.

I remember when the sky was a god.
I remember when a titan hold the weight of it under his shoulders.
I remember the Sun needed a chariot, or it was chased by godly animals.
I remember how we used to dance for each and everyone of them.
I remember the children of Humans and Gods,
I remember their tales.
I remember the fire cracking when they were told.
I remember.

Now most of talk is hold upon the fire of a glass screen.
Now we move freely unbounded by rituals.
Now our sacred language is an oscilation of zeros and ones.

I remember the beggining of the world, with a word.
I remember people speaking in tongues with Gods and they answered.
I remember the temples and the people.
I remember the personal Godly connection of every human.
I remember mine was better.
I remember science was a distertation of the soul.
I remember sacrificing existences for Mystery.
I remember.

Now our we lay our stay in statistics.
Now detached we observe and collect data.
Now institutions collects minutes from us as riches.

I remember when silence was sacred.
I rememeber when orgies where sacred.
I remember there was a time and place for both.
I remember when Gods tricked us because they were bored.
I remember to not upset the Gods.
I remember my life not being so important.
I remember enjoying and having a purpose.
I remember.

Now our humanity is survival based on artifacts.
Now we hide emotions so much we forget their names (tough we can’t stop feeling)
Now we find stories everywhere, and doubt everything.

I remember
Because I am human.