The Wave

Raul Kavel
1993 


I wave to you,
Man of god or is it god of man?
     Your ubiquitous passion,
     your concealed insanity.
From the mount I hear your warnings.
In my heart I feel your
     incredulous threats,
     your yellow-number-five praise.
In my ears there rings
     the clash of cymbols,
     the talismanic siren of trumpets,
and the accumulating jingle of pocket change
in your gold-plated baskets
(from which loaves of bread are tossed aside).
Oh, man of god, god of man,
(one the slave, the other tyrant)
When will the end of the world
cease to be the world's
most profitable industry?


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