The Gathering

Wherever people gather
With thoughts of
What things are
And
What things are not
Human nature will
Obey its instinct’s chill
Cannibalistic linguistics
Channeling Nihilistic
Some animalistic traditions    
Transitioning conditions 
Bloodletting
Of the tongue and cheek
A song and dance
Of bliss and bleak
Liberation
Of a nation
With a sulfur kiss
Now sinking
On the blades edge
And
Shifting
Quickly
And then quicker
Shifting
And
Shuffling
Until the bluffing
And steal the bullets
Entrance
Accents
And exit
Recycling the revolver
Is an age old addiction
The throne is the stardom
So on and so 
On the path less burdened by
A sense of grace under I
Slums of mind
And body a myth
The travel of a man’s acts
Like the blacksmith
Wields the power of the ax
In a cold December sleet
Childish innocence
Cuts frozen paper snowflakes
Shiver
Shake
Or shimmy your doubt
Lie to self
And deny the Jacks out
Toys in the attic shout
In silent surprise
On a dusty shelf
Where the people gather
With knowledge of
What is
And
What will never be