The Asian Curse
December 14, 2020
The dark sun rose in the village of Lu
Not a kingdom but claimed to be a kingdom
Of Confusion, of Chaos, of Destruction
Millions
Kowtowed in front of the Alter
Of JunJun ChenChen FuFu ZiZi
That bound the feet of the Yin
That chained the minds of Yang
For centuries of darkness in a Black Hole
In the Hall of the Masses ye see
The shadows on the walls
In the Hall of the Masses ye hear
The whispers in the low hanging clouds.
For centuries of darkness and chaos
Lingered and hung on …
Until
The Wind gravitated and the clouds traveled,
The Yin rose in the West of the Great Mountain Tai
That shadowed the Early Sun of Confusion
Of Chaos and Order
Of Wars of the Lords, of peasants of lowly existence
Of Killing of the ignorant, the sacrifice of lambs and pigs and cows of labor.
The Dark Clouds formed the monsoon rain that nourishes
Wheat, corns and soybeans and sorghum, animal feed
Lacking oxygen, nitrogen, magnesium or potassium, producing foods
Of no taste, of no grace, nor deed.
There were no grapes cherry or apple trees
No banana mango grapefruit, coconuts,
But barren roots and waterless leaves…
That impoverished land of ghosts
That howl night after night, showing their sharp teeth
That sank into the flesh of swallows and chickens
And in years of famine, swallowed insects and roots of trees and grass
That hears the howling of dead ghosts that were never to die
For they hung around year after year
Like Nian the dreaded monster afraid of the red and loud noises
Who only again and again come back
To haunt the newly formed ghosts that feed on animal feeds and dream no dreams
For dreams are for the Man who fetches fire
The Man who casts shadows but see the Sun
Outside.
The Yin rose, to curse the Cursed
To revenge on the Oppressor, the Hunter, and the Abuser
Of power and tradition, of the Laws of Evolution,
Weaving chains of domination, of Giant Babies
Yet babies themselves belabored, depressed, and breathing for air
That does not exist, in this impoverished land of Curse and Abandonment
By the Holy Ghost who said to the Masses,
Impoverished only breeds Impoverishment,
Impotence shall not conceive or regenerate.
The Sahara Desert knew better, displaying skeletons to the Ugly.
For the World of Ugly, can only produce a species of Ugliness.
Like ghosts of hunger they fight for scraps, of feces and decomposition
Of dead flesh and of maggots and insects and of Corona viruses
That threaten the spread
To the World of honey and milk, of bananas and cherries and grapefruit.
Black Widows, the degenerate species of Giant Babies,
Feed on the bodies of their Mates that have raped, pillaged, ravaged, and fallen
Into the cobweb of their intuitive snare
Like the Black Tautoga Onitis that hides in the cracks
Black cloak hides her white inside of greed and temperament
That sting whenever again her veins, and expose her white belly
When temptation works to lure the victim...
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