POETRY: 'Beneath The Rubble Of The Realist' by Jazelle Handoush

Beneath The Rubble Of The Realist
By Jazelle Handoush

I see you destroy all these beautiful things, take a
Sledgehammer to hearts and heros. You say
You're not destroying, you're showing
Real world, true face
What it looks like through the inside, now
Out.
You said you'd take a
Needle through the Milky Way
Thread between teeth, sharper than it seems
Pull it through, take a string, in,
Out,
In...
Tie a knot, loose or not
Stars shooting, bullet to the brain
POP!
You say you're not the one to destroy, when the
Big, red, bright self-destruct button
Is anyone's to deploy, but I
Think you're setting them up on an instant install, placing
Them way within reach for the any mind or kind, until
Click!
A basic boom.
You say, you say, with words on repeat, dark minded
With meaning,
The realism of the matter is with each mess we make
There's magic underneath,
A means to take it through the rubble, find a realization,
And make it gleam.
I'm sick of the voice, this dynamite in every nano-bite.
Bomb squad saviors, all shiny with armor, take a blast
One to make the deafening last
To detonate your dynamite
And help me find the shine in the golden grains of granite.

Copyright 2012 | Jazelle Handoush