Lanky Mantis And The Awkward Apes

Journey man of the deepest depth's of hade's pit

What strange fire's burn beneath thy shell

Man to outward mean's seem's just the same

Skin and bone his soul lay's clothed in green leather skin

that whisper's im old

Old leg's warped from the space in between infant life and the wanning grave

He speak's not and yet all is said, eye's that see hurt turn inward instead

Ahh and what ocean's and field and forest's of grace

Lie between that hole in man's ugly face

Quite content as he wobbles along the moon the star's the celestial dawn

Dance round him in a symphony of light and song

And he doesn't interrupt he just watches on

Who be's this hooded fellow that can only bring dark to the wall of the living

Where such great art has been drawn since the start of man's universal becoming

Unaware the sky's been crying lanky mantis to them resemble

A crowd of awkward apes ran screaming

from the alien thing who dared to question

Did'st thou fool know it as raining

or is thy labour merly self entertaining 

Purely hobby to pass the time 

Or selfish illusion folly of mind

Hunched over in that empty place 

beside white washed wall and fading names

A figure stood seven night's and day's 

until he was gone never seen again

The land he roamed stayed much the same

And there was no funeral to mourn his fate

Just the pestering memory in the collective mind of the age

The mantis has spoken forever Amen