THE END OF GOSSIP, PLEASE

The world’s babble of so many mouths popping
With empty baubles, the chatter that monkeys make
With mouths grinning, God, I’m so tired of speech
That doesn’t cast spells or manifest miracles
But just blabber spilling from one void to another.
Put something to chew into that place instead,
Not gum like vacuous cows masticating the cud
In meaningless motions with glazed eyes
Biding time till the chop comes.
Add spice, some flavour that makes desire
Swell with the appetite for truth, for lust,
For an unwritten prayer that comes from within
And will ring resonating in the mind
Like waves crashing and thunderclaps
And the gasp of lovers in their final act.
Nothing less. Who has the power to open books
And bring dead men’s breath to life again?
Such is the priest of the uninterpreted
And the brother to pleading when oaths
Are…