The Fountain of Life?

[George.Wright]

Oh, Death, where goes the energy to?
that was living, singing, fighting, hating, begatting?
and the pale, dormant, cold, husk lying on the stone
will never rise up again and body will never roam
and the white, hazy, moon replicates the colour of the dead flesh
and pulls and tugs instead on nature's blood and the volitale mesh
the energy and blood has left the reactor of the body's heart
a core meltdown that the ultimate maker cannot even kickstart
and the graphite, outline, forcefield containing the energy within
will start to decay and be damaged by the collective breakdown of skin
all this was concieved from the hormone fruit of the original sin
Where goes the force that motivated within?
Where goes the Duende?
Where goes life once a plenty?
And the savage dogs howl and gnash their yellow teeth
unable to hold back the passion and the tears of grief
and down the deep subconcious wells of understanding and collective knowledge
the white horse stamps its shoes and makes a pledge
"whoever drinks from the fountain of this well,
will live forever and be under an immortal spell"
A Helicon water to change the mortal D.N.A. helix entwine
a twisted metamorphised serpent versus the aspirations of the maker and the divine
if it's coding is altered, it will not recognise the concept or destruction or decay of time
and the cat smirks and purrs under the dead body's middle
Spinx like and knows that the fountains location is a secret and only reached by solving a riddle
Guarded within by a firewall of angels with crossed flaming swords
to keep the Helicon well away from the desperate, cryogenic, mortal hoards
and the body already has started to rot and decay
it's owner already managed to slip quietly away
To whatever place and time, no one has come back to say
Georges

Copyright: George Wright 2004