A God in an Alcove

Go and look for the dejected once proud,
idol remembered in stone aloud,
then on coins his face was mirrored,
take a look it soon hath slithered,
to a fractured marble slab, renunciation clad,
his nourishment extract from his subjects,
that mass production profile.

He’s a God, in an alcove.

Once he spread the rain,
so they dreamt in vain,
once he spread the wheat,
had made garlands for his feet,
until the lily poet of our times,
horizoned on the line,
love became the in theme then,
opposing fakers thrice by ten,
don’t perceive his empty plea,
that redundant effigy.

He’s a God, in an alcove.

Take in view his empty stool,
what’s left is satin cool,
cawing adornment for his crimes,
they saw they had to draw the line,
so they sent him far away,
so they sent him far away,
to a little alcove,
to a little alcove,
all alone.

He’s a God, a God.

Now I am silly,
now I am silly,
silly, silly, silly, silly,
silly.

BAUHAUS

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