What Else Could Be Said

The Politician Preacher prevaricates in a sweltering June

Mister Megaphone in cap 'n bells joins the happy tune

"Deliverance is coming, it's nigh, it'll be here soon

Ignore the stench of dying bones in the snow white tomb"

Dividing up two-by-two the horizon turns blue and red

Silently we look at each other; what else could be said?

The Prophet in the prison temple can't stand at full height

Mister Megaphone in cap 'n bells signals extreme fright

"Avert your eyes from the hunchback in the cave at midnight

He's a madman who will blind you with the day's sunlight"

One with braceleted arms wonders, "Should I get out of bed?"

Silently we look at each other; what else could be said?

In the violent darkness floods rise encompassing the altar

Standing on a ship's deck is Megaphone and the Preacher

In faith they lift the offering, the beloved sacrifice, 

To the mirrored god they act not stopping to think twice

And in a prison temple the Prophet is killed dead

Silently we look at each other; what else could be said?

August 2016