the greatest god

the apostle of money wears a frowning face, mixed with a hint of doubt - escorts the fanatics into the midnight hour where boogey men come out dressed like clowns, letting lose raving bats flapping madly into the yellow sun turning dark and the hole left in the sky became an eye peering into caves filled with slime, the awful stench reeked, soaked, filled the air till flies dropped as if from a fire too hot unto marshes swollen with gas so ripe it began to crack the barriers with pressure till an empty vessel rose in the vicious collapse of the i a living fire magnifying, sustenance coming from the building blocks of hurried footsteps reaching towards a utopian dream sacrificed when mist breaks apart then the smiley face masks fall off to a hole in the sky with many juggling hands catching barriers to utopia, switching, managing - to allow dreams to flourish and grow but the handsome face of a tall glowing star begins to tarnish with time, haggard, drawn out into the recesses of a place where gold handcuffs still mean something more than pride when the kids all grown up with ice cream make a lot of noise with balloons high in the sky and they all have a name, a price that swallows the sun all the folks under the blanket of waving dancing jewels decorated like fine tapestry dotted with gems of every kind they too sway and move with each tug and pull a boogey man is still master of strings clasped tightly on shriveled hands, fist tight - the dust of bats incinerated come descending down on worshippers awed by fairy dust they perceive landing lightly with muster and jovial spirits, the parade is tilting midnight past the witching hour where caves begin to yawn for it is past bedtime. they stir, move about restlessly till the movements begin to fade when vision is met with a fist boxed into the eye of a dragon whose appetite has not wanned, for greed leads to more greed, lust to more lust, then i saw fire fizzled out with all the laughter, mockery and hate fire turned to grave stones when the path to the promised land popped. the names on high fell like bat's dust no longer magical.