12-08-2011, 04:56 AM
I am the dictator of memory.
In armband and cap I'll re-write your life
to suit my vision. Mother, do my bidding.
If I brand you a slut the reader will know
only this and nothing more.
You'll be doomed to sluttery in a stranger's eyes.
Though the world eludes my grasp,
trees still grow despite my wrath,
in this mirrored land I'm Christ. Show me your pity
or die by fire. I move among a plethora
of images and truths, distorting those
which court my gaze. I'll rip the family album
to shreds, use our ancestors' fingers as a necklace.
Mother, weep as I erect a mall on your sacred
burial grounds. Father, drink your beer
and howl like a jackal in heat.
I am not done revising the past.
In armband and cap I'll re-write your life
to suit my vision. Mother, do my bidding.
If I brand you a slut the reader will know
only this and nothing more.
You'll be doomed to sluttery in a stranger's eyes.
Though the world eludes my grasp,
trees still grow despite my wrath,
in this mirrored land I'm Christ. Show me your pity
or die by fire. I move among a plethora
of images and truths, distorting those
which court my gaze. I'll rip the family album
to shreds, use our ancestors' fingers as a necklace.
Mother, weep as I erect a mall on your sacred
burial grounds. Father, drink your beer
and howl like a jackal in heat.
I am not done revising the past.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe