The Stranger Butler
The end is the beginning, subtly changed
By necromancy, or by other skills
Employed by those whose numbers are arranged
In pairs. With knowledge of a world beyond
This mortal vale, whose omnipresent ills
Beset us all, the brunette as the blonde
He stares. The evening star begins to blaze
Until, with scorching, heaven is defiled
Before the throng who stand and mutely gaze
Indifferent, as a misfit's maudlin child.
The end is the beginning, now returned
by dire Combustion, to this mound of ash
Consigned by those who chortled as it burned
In blank, obseqious parody of chance
A votive offered to the great god Cash
And goddess Commerce, locked in savage dance
Each night. The gravid moon begins to rise
Until, with weeping, all the air is drowned
And portents dire, emblazon'd 'cross the skies
Ecstatic, as we blankly gather round
| Contributors: | Beefy, P, Roland, TG. |
| Poem finished: | 8th August 2005 by TG. |