The glory I betrayed is dormant now
Frozen in the muscle & sinew & bone
Of some John Doe no family will ever be able
To claim back from his pauper’s grave
The glory I betrayed is like the graffiti
On the wall being scrubbed away by new-age
Chemical agents & there will be no trace left
Though the grime behind the stain shall remain
The glory I betrayed was the glory
Of the chase
of wine & women
Not Marx & Lenin
The glory I betrayed is beyond my means;
Hoisted on a mast & bound
For the lands of Lost Property
& Complaints
The glory I betrayed is a flesh-wound
Self-inflicted in child’s play
To a backdrop
Of smoky jazz
The glory I betrayed was not sanctioned
By Country Club members quaffing bonded Scotch
It was dirty/beautiful schoolyard talk;
Attempts to interpret the Dream Seas secrets
As they were illuminated briefly by lightning
The glory I betrayed was in forgetting about
Peter Pan & Magic, but there was no
Choice the inner-voice cries,
For the defence never rests
The glory I betrayed in violent overthrow
Of all systems of denial
As specified in the Official Handbook
Of Backsliders
But despite all this…
Despite all this, I am not beyond consolation.
You see comrades, I know the revolution is coming…
As it always was… as it always will be
greg
The Glory
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George.Wright
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