A priest and
A musician
Walk into
A crowd

Whose 
Souls
Shouted
Out loud

The priest said
Let’s get us
A sister
The musician

Tried to chill
Said we need a monk
Nothing felonious
Just Thelonious

Animals are
The children of God
Humans
The delinquents

Humans
Seek to act
Godlike 
All The while

Inventing
Distortion
Needing a Freud
To comprehend

Their destructive
Roots
While animals
Keep boundaries

Easily
In a grand plot
With the role
Of eternal peace

In a Lenora
Parking lot
Normal sensoria
But is it pot

The biker
Looks to leave
Then a hiker
Covers her sleeve

Her buddy
Swaggers
Behavior cuddly
Many staggers

So it’s not
Euphoria
Rather sniff snot
In Lenora

Life is ugly
That explains 
The beauty of women
Bravely producing
Charming children
Despite
Challenges
None can quite
Understand
Faced with men
And their brand

Barber
Composing
Morse 
In mind
Rather
Unwind
And toss
Everlasting
Composer

Mozart
Creation’s
Voice
Set apart
From noise
A part
Rather poise
Not a start
No choice
Creator’s
Chart

The cat
Met
Like a lab rat
The vet

The assistant
Controlling
Persistent
Falsely consoling

One shot in
The feline
Forgotten
Left a sign

Chipmunks
Abound
Skunks
Astound

A refreshed
Biota
Once suppressed
Feral animalia

Swish
And sway
You’d wish
It that way

Each composer
Is gone
Each of us a user
Of their name in stone

Remember
Each note
Consider
What they wrote

Youth
Arises
Truth
Surprises

Listeners
Of age
Distancers
Off the reborn sage

Old ignites
The soil
Where sprites
Toil

Ice
Was nice
Next stony
But so heavy

Bronze age
A forward visage
And parlance
Matched dance


Age of Iron
Long gone
Word
Vaguely heard

The ages
First pages
A grunt
So it's blunt

Now a sigh
Maybe goodbye
A purr
Only for her

Next
A pretext
Meaning point
Words anoint

An alphabet
No regret
Literacy
Also idiocy

Fill books
And cooks
Up printing
Publishing

The computer
Digital tooter (tutor)
Made language
A package

AI
With a sigh
Delivered
Reality slivered

So what follows
The bellows
Of the tongue
Meaning strung

A leap
Or creep
To next
Way to text

this incarnation
of bird diversification
gives me purpose
to suppose
that the divine
purrmits me to dine
give him space
or i'll scratch your face

so bipeds
spare the threads
you employ
to make me toy
for my soul
is as old as coal
go stumble
with reason fumble

nature controls you
who
purport an understanding
while we fling
your existence
with felicitous resistance
for we truly live
take, accept and give