All the hullabaloo about gods and countries and our clinging for dear life to our selfish positions - how clear everything becomes when the Great Gate-Keeper of the Void does not bother to ask for our passports and prayer books...

Villanelle : Don't we all cling to Life tooth and nail guts in groin

Don't we all cling to Life tooth and nail guts in groin
E'en if the insatiable Beast glowers close behind
No matter what nor how long the grind we bear 'n' pine

Merchants of Faith made in mythic images divine
Tell us all their gods have told them what lurks behind
Don't we all cling to Life tooth and nail guts in groin

Each in his own way nailed to some Alien loin
All assured this World's for the best of Mankind
No matter what nor how long the grind we bear 'n' pine

True gods are those Men who behind the scenes combine
Thrust up Leaders who lisp words for Them who us bind
Don't we all cling to Life tooth and nail guts in groin

Children grow up and swear by their words anodine
Believe rot Batman Hulks Wonder Woman's behind
No matter what nor how long the grind we bear 'n' pine

Till that day the bubble bursts the last word on line
Shows neither Nations nor gods mean well for Mankind
Don't we all cling to Life tooth and nail guts in groin
No matter what nor how long the grind we bear 'n' pine

© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2018