A Little Fun With Kipling

If Riffs and Inversion
Mezzoforte

If you tear the tapestry of lies that enfold
And still hear music from flesh and fingers

If you daily descend into cubicles of despair
But emerge with a soul fierce and free

If you rip the pavement from highways of mammon
And seek the throbbing trunks of truth

If you shake the savage torpor from plastic minds at play
And wear a hermits wisdom without display

If you place a single Sancho above a million Gates
And Homer’s swineherd over Trump

If your razor slashes the price tags enslaving freedom’s fools
While you pluck the strings of the sublime

If you treasure solitude to contemplate the eternal
And shield your soul from noisy assault

If your words walk on water with names aflame
And answer not to corporate cadavers

If you slim your harpo in the muddy water
But bow to your howling wolf

If the pouring sun fills your eyes
With the blinding rain of grace

Then you shall walk alone in truth without country or comrades

Joe Buzzanga, May 2006