SATANIC FRIAR

SATANIC FRIAR

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

The monolithic tomb is open:

not a dead man

but a rural life abounding the land.

Eyes to the brain

I am a farmer by Gods registration.

Taking off my boots

the trail of mudded ground beckons me

and around me the children pray

longing for me a longer life

but I am afraid

I have seen everything there is to see

and as a soldier

I have won the good fight in God.

So many weeds

choked the crops and killed them, tho’

I replanted them again

my family never felt the anx of hunger.

Life is a vagarious fight

as generations come and go

I have been an atlas

forestalling my own existence.

Now its time …

for there will be little tears shed for me …

A monolithic choir of angels

sings into my ears

trying to connect with me in the solace.

The miracle of existence

I have so afforded

to pleasure my eyes and mind

I am thankful

as I walk in the procession

SATANIC FRIAR (continued)

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

and feel the earth in my foots flesh.

My unwashed feet

glimmer in the name of God.

The parody of life

is not twained by our greedy immersions

but by growing the feed

that seeds our veins with translucence

as Jesus did upon the Mount.

Because there is no end and no beginning

my Faith shall remain pure.

The essence of man …

rips a stench into the nostrils of this World …

befit for a satanic friar …