Clap Your Hands Cleopatra

 

Clap Your Hands Cleopatra

November 13th Some Year BC~

In the land of shiny donkeys
In the land of hairy frogs
Clap your hands
Cleopatra
To the fire songs, to the fire songs

We know you by face, Julius
The great new city; Alexandria
The vast reservoir of a knowledge rush
The supra muse of bibliotheca’

Others shall write the same, o’ Julius
Viperess’ nests, Barbarians of the Nile
Whores, and all the worlds murderous doth lust
Fire by political crocodiles

Heathens of the temples in the city
There are many others to take the blame
Tokens of the bloody mystery
Falling victim to the campaign of flames
Set fires to the books in the public baths
Lest, in time you shall deny your Gods’ wraths

In the land of skinless felines
In the land of diamond bulls
Clap your hands
Cleopatra
To the fire songs, to the fire songs

A voice said drink from the rivers of blood
A thrown rod, beginning the gasoline
They call it art, the stories of the floods
Red prints of such things, hear clanks’ of machines

Crawling over thou bodies, crawling dust
Ashes of Poems, ashes of totems
The birth of maggots from thou eyes, a plus
You can here the eerie music from Rome

The great shut down, of morrow, tomorrow
Humanity truly thinks they will win
The only meat to eat is sweet sorrow
History is the largest pit, jump in
The shadows pace deprives futures’ cocoon
No more reflection of the sun and moon

In the land of heartless jackals
In the land of winged pigs
Clap your hands
Cleopatra
To the fire songs, to the fire songs

Yes, matter, accident, or on purpose
Ashes to the age of discovery
Miscere genus, miscere in the furnace
The humor of your death is hovering

Head back to the caves, head back to the caves
Take shelter from the falling fire rain
Wizard of stone has eternities slaves
He has placed a face to your soul and name

Oh yes, three days of sex in the darkness
Come and doth see what your lust has conceived
So let the One become flesh, manifest
Come, be deceived, you just will not believe
We choose to punish, we’re super human
We can flyaway with all of the plans

In the land of giant beetles
In the land of tiny hippos
Clap your hands
Cleopatra
To the fire songs, to the fire songs

© 2010 John E. WordSlinger