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Cat's Cradle
Cat’s Cradle
Jesus and John Lennon bicker bitterly
over who is bigger, better
the greatest trendsetter in the
red black and blue of our nation
battered and bruised by the
domestic economic terrorism
of credit cards and student loans
Jesus armed with his wine
John’s arms filled with his heroin.
argue long nights and days
about the failings of fathers
who abandon our daughters
leaving the burden on our mothers
to make men of our baby brothers
but our mothers are only babies playing house
when they really just want to play
get drunk with Jesus
or junk with Lennon
until days fade into a mid morning haze
But right now, I'm missing her
more than any of that matters
she is 400 dollars flying
22 hours driving
33 seconds dialing
and 2 days by rail
away
and even if we met half way
we are still separated by
2 hellos
2 goodbyes
6 apologies
1 I love you
and 3 microns of latex
but she, we are unimportant
like the starving, the aging, the poor
we are not precious or priority
easily dispatched
quickly forgotten
nameless in the ages
absent from history's pages
lost in oblivion
The mothers are dividing
and their children are siding and their children are siding and their children are siding
between the Automatic Lennon Addicts
and the manic Jesus fanatics
planning battle tactics
ready to go to war
They'd let bygones be bygones
if they knew what a bygone were
but would they let bystanders be bystanders
if bystanders were; me we and her
innocent, in love and unconcerned
with the raising of swords
the gathering of hoards
the exchange of venomous words
these Lennonites and Christophites
prepare for the fight
inintiating an era of violent retribution
the evolution of the revolution
while we are content to simply be in love.
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