Grandfather Tried

With energy derived from forbidden impulse

The converts overthrow their inhibitions

Therapeutic intervention delays the madness

Until after the revolution of political consciousness

Face to face in the spiritual supermarket

The fear of aging haunts private experience

In the brief period of dangerous flowering

No effort to conceal the development of illusion

When the fort went to decay we were watchful

Not wanting to stir the silence of death

While under the influence of fear and removal

It contained 3,000 mongrel souls readily sold

Extraordinarily wild and unaccountable

The sadness of the ages and the taste of death

Makes a metallic syncopation of melody

There is some thing dead under the foundation

From the thorny sanctuary of my mothers voice

Streamlined models laced with razor blades

Tail spinning around through a secondhand halo

A tongue hidden while you grandfather tried

2011 By David Jacobi