Beast Of Glory

Beast of Glory

Poem by Amy Moloney

The gluttonous masses to devour our tragedy
As they soon forget the glory
A ravenous beast with blood lust
Raking at open wounds to draw fresh pain
Public domain to free the monsters
Preying on more rancid decay
Wrapping the package in diamonds
To sell the stench of death
As the finest jewels of man
Only to have stones crumble at the touch
A thinly veiled facade
That shines of polished gold

And who becomes fat on the meat
Of that decayed flesh
Who finds life where only maggots dwell
What beast rises to the sacrifice offered so willingly
To a falsehood worshipped as truth
Fame is a fancy, coveted, dripping with seduction
A sweet fruit rotten to the core before being plucked from the vine
Filling only for moments, toxic for the millennia to come
The more one believes, wrapping the cloth of denial around themselves
Like the grasp of a python, breath fading with each whistled exhale
Cravings emerge for the elixir that extinguishes life
Life that ends as brilliantly as the flame of a bottle rocket in July

To be set free from the chains of forced pleasure
To take a swim in the sea of total transcendence
Let go of all that carries the weight of need, envy, desire
Takes only a moment of vision, clear from the city’s fog
Glory, glory, oh the glory
Is glory to oneself
Reflective glow of the world, glitter in the sand
One grain, one speck, a new microcosm opens, divine
A grain of sand to slay the beast
One grain of sand unable to exist alone