The Magi's Apprentice

And I should be glad of another death,

Another journey

Beyond the veil of fear and the scope of Time,

An abandonment of the absurd in the pursuit of the truly Absurd:

It is amazing that wars should be started over shopping carts

And steamrollers;

But to think that Eli Whitney could’ve forgone the cotton gin

And lusty fields might still be littered with guilt:

There is some redemption on Earth,

But certainly not enough,

Not enough for the electric blues and the purple hazes

That are all the rave today;

And yet the last breaths of the caveman are those of the Tyco VP,

And Puritan prayers echo far too often from not so pure lairs

Of Gottis and Gambinos,

Which is why I should be glad of another death,

And I feel it coming…