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Zion King


Zion King
 
 
Deprived of my father's home to save my fate:
Champion, slave, my lady's precious pet allowed to roam uncaged.
I am icon for that brutal tale, riches to rags of war, of revolution.
Witness to miracles, parting of waves, of ways.
The old king fallen, betrayed by his beloved foster son.
A renamed jester, barely beyond his teens, takes the helm,
insists on tribute, on adoration, to deliver the goods --
a shiv to the guts, left to waste, spoiling the table.
These gods that rearrange my life, leave me to lead their
hysterical charge; I rage in my desert madness.
My loins slaked in ravaging, in horror I admit these bastards,
marching out of turn, sneering at my pleas, unkempt in rum and gaming.
These the fates see fit to unleash upon the fields to speak for me.
I am left, always on the threshold, always just below the next horizon.
I am left to blame for the jagged rocks projected in my name.
 
 
 
August 14, 2011
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Not sure what to make of the poem, Libra. Its sense eludes me. Meaning, however, does not, which is maybe a contradiction. It is the last line that comes through. I always respond to your imagination. Pretty fecund it is. And textured.

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Mark me down as enamored. The second-half is a live current of energy...

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These gods that rearrange my life, leave me to lead their
hysterical charge; I rage in my desert madness.
My loins slaked in ravaging, in horror I admit these bastards,



Yes, yes, yes.
The "voice" breaks forth fueled by bitter futility, though I sense that he is not resigned, despite the climate of desperation given. Alone, forsaken human-chattel left to graze in a prairie of sand and misfortune...

I get solitude from the final lines, a struggle to stave off the lunacy that the pre-set path would seek to cultivate.

I am curious as to the inspiration for this.

For what it counts (not much!), I like the way the text is structured, each line ripping in as the other one ends. I can hear it being read in this way.

alki
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Where do I start in explaining the inspiration?

I read an astrology blog about the myth of Saturn, which grabbed me for a variety of personal/intellectual reasons. Moving along the thought stream thus triggered, I began conflating the Saturn myth with the Moses myth. I had always seen the Jewish adventure in Saturnian light. Moving from there, I looked to a more universal mythology, which this piece is an attempt to capture.

Thank you for enjoying my fantasy.
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