Thus Man Strikes Man | Susan Marie and Richard-Phillip [Jack of Hearts]

Wisdom is not truth
truth is not beauty,
beauty is not love
love is not music

like your soul,
singing, sweetly,
as birds
like the rhythmic harp,
fingers plucking cords
like the hellish thunder
of an electric lady
like the deep tribal thumping
of hands on hides
like the voices that carry divinity
through breath on wind,
to the lungs and heart,
atriums and ventricles,

beating
as
one

as the fowl, unsplendid
corporations
and all their
indoctrinations
that attempt to place
copyright
upon this most beautiful face
thus man strikes
at man

like the old striking young
the young unlearned
the rest of us staring
wide eyed in wonder
at this new world
the bastard children
leftovers of the “what” generation
living for, breathing for
existing for some semblance of
peace

stuck in the middle
of w’s thrice
and a “.com” label
measuring life with a price
unsure how to rebel
blindly striking the wall
knuckles bloodied
with the lust of a pauper
plus greed’s filth

like rats we scramble and strive
to speak, stand, shout
do something that

matters

with our hands, lips, mouths, fingers, hearts, minds, souls
even if we are screaming to the void
shouting into canyons
painting on subway station walls
and scratching out blood on sidewalks in chalk
we speak, shout, sing:

wisdom is not truth
truth is not beauty
beauty is not love
love is not music

like your soul, singing, sweetly,

as birds.

Listen to this poem at https://soundcloud.com/susan-marie/thus-man-strikes-man.