Pops

When the feverish water breaks
reality will be clearly
a light in a darkened place
the leader in ideology
wiping old memory
and driving hard a flock
with iron rod inheritance
and destiny.

When the fine line posted sign
becomes past burnt and gold standard
melted away like dross
the hunger of humanity
shall be for peace
beyond food
yet even for a season in this flesh
a place of bone and blood
understood can never last
as to ash is an analogy
intelectual bombacity
just rhyming in simplicity
outlasting everthing
meaning.

When this stress breaks
the camels back
power of engines
will rust
from the foam of his mouth
and in the background
the word unherd
leading like a child in
imaginary self centered consciousness
home at last
struck like the sound of a cuckoo clock
lightning
voices
thunder
behold our father
coming into reality.