the meek
we killed all the horses to make glue
but still there wasn't enough
to hold together the seams of this world
and the jockeys all shed mournful tears
as they whipped at nothing but the wind
"which isn't really such a poor inheritance,"
I thought, but did not speak
for it is written that the meek shall inherit the Earth,
or what's left of it
we killed all the horses to make glue
and knew that it was for the best
because we are the children of rational folk:
we, who seek an ordered universe
we, who know that entropy must be thwarted
we, who prescribe value -
who better to decide the worth of glue and horses?
and it is written that the meek shall inherit the Earth,
or what's left of it
while those who bear the cost of passion's sway
may be forgiven if they turn away
still, there remains a storm no hand can stay
no if/then incantation will allay
nor comprehension of causation keep at bay
and who among us really gets to say
what laws the whirling dervish must obey?
but it is written that the meek shall inherit the Earth,
or what's left of it
so get off that high horse
and in your loudest whisper sing
the chorus of "my Kingdom for an adhesive!"
oh, it sounds so noble and demure
I'm certain Humpty Dumpty feels assured
by all the King's horses and all the King's men
with their proclamations and their promises:
"for it is written that the meek shall inherit the Earth..."