The Muse

There exists a universe where I'm known as Lima. You aren't allowed there.
There exists another universe in which Lima walks. You are already here.
You have entered because you can appreciate style while ignoring content. You had been warned.
P.S. Don't bash me up if you find haiku or plain prose here.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Lovecraft Country

Having despoiled the old habitat till the earth screamed 'Begone!',
They look to new pastures for their tribes…
And the graves of the vanquished become the foundations of the towers of the victors..
For the soil is always fertilized by the blood of the slain, and the rivers dammed by their corpses…
'Tis but a pipe dream of some indifferent Deity…
It has no meaning save that which we give it.

Having befouled their native loam
Until it turned to salt and sand
They gather their kin and roam
The earth in search of virgin land

Armed and tooled they walk and run
Or sail or ride the beast and tides
They bring with them both Gods and men
And make foes of everyone besides

But when they are broken by their own wheel
And what is not barren no longer bare
The lands of others they seek to steal
And in their greed no effort spare

Thus do mighty nations stand
On the graves of those who fell
Their blood and flesh fertilize the land
Their bones arrest the rivers' swell

This world alas is but a pipe dream
Of some indifferent Omnipotent
It follows neither rule nor scheme
Save what we might find immanent
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