Metal Monday XXXII - The Fire We Fathered

9/26/2016

The Fire We Fathered

There I was, beckoned by the mountain
Up the slopes and to the source I climbed
I knew not in my mind but in my blood
Mankind shall fall
Into the wounds of the world

The Earth shall claim it's own
Without a tear
And I shall watch mankind burn
In the fire we fathered

If I was told a tale in such pacifying prose
I'd scream to the mountain for a tale more like my own
For compassion shall be our undoing
And weakness embraced our utmost defeat
May we remember, disperse, and fall.

In a world in which men
Fear the kiss of death
We welcome the cold lips of mortality
Those of strength, of one blood
Of supremacy
Shall fear no end

For it takes not time nor wisdom to realize
But an ancient and primitive instinct
An instinct possessed by both beast and man
Of intolerant hatred
Of might beyond pity
Of compassionless life
and the death of morality

I write the epilogue

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THE MAD BARRON

QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)