Man of the Gods

Male of the Gods (c) Jas Maddock 2001

Sit on the outside of the earth, male of the Gods
And grow heavenly, pure, fresh spring sapling strong
Watch the useless spin of blue and green patchy flashes
And know earth is malaise, infection, dejection:throngs
Heave in bulky movements like the pound of an elephant foot
Grey and arid as the stretched skin of the elephants
Elements of humanity cancelled out by greasy sycophants
Who worm and suck hoover like on leech receptacles.

Man of the Gods can spread his hands over the universe
And hold it; entwined, cupped like an eye in its socket
Or a marble snugly gripped in a boys' trouser pocket
He holds it for a while and tries to radiate some love
Not hippy style communal flares 'n' flower drug fuelled love
Genuine real love that emanates from only the great;the good
Not fake style material love that humans are only creating
So he takes a pin and bursts the earth it's slowly deflating

Pffffttttt. The earth implodes inward it goes a limp balloon
And the Man of the Gods said people were all clods and sods
Sods of earth all brown and smelling atrocious dung
And he dangled the earth bits hanging like a broken wish
On his mighty finger, the fourth on his left and yet right hand
And he blew it to kingdom away. Watching the smithereens
Blow past his head in little pieces of bluey greens
Circling and dust they were bits of the earth crust. In man
We don't trust. He whirled and shook impulsive static charge
Stardust body man is the Man of the God clan. Breaths
Of an implausible size richocheyed sound bullets in the air
And his beautiful sunrise eyes glared and generated not
Of this world atmosphere. Atmosphere of heavy lidded despair
Now gone. The face is sparkling and mineralised. A face of water

The Man of the Gods is water, splashing and swimming
In himself round an earth defunct solar system sprinkled in stars
The other planets never wanted the earth in their trajectory
And were glad of its demise. Nice day for destruction of world
I think part of the Congo was found lying on a meteor.
The Man of the Gods let his water harden into steel not frozen
Ice. Frozen water is not ice in the God-men. He is all steel and
Mechanical, clanking his sculptured metal form in nebuli
And there is a chunk of Sweden capitulated on Mars.
That Mars didn't like and tossed it off incensed and hotly
Giddily spinning in infinities black void of man God android
Man of the Gods reverts back to his mangod guise style
Man of the Gods survives loner with earth he was annoyed.