Vanquish

I see you perusing epigrams of ancient heroes
They're peopling your heart
Oh they're peopling your mind
And your solitude is recluse
You were forsaken, I see your bruise
It's emblazoned on your chest
It's emblazoned on your arms
And your poor mama's greed
What she sows, she shall also reap
She's heading for that door
She's heading for before
That kerosene lantern
With its diffused immemorial glow
I say, "shine that light on that there trollop"
"Shine that light, off with her bodice"
"My dear boy," she bellows, implores
"Extinguish the flame, for I can't bear anymore"
And so the thespian whimpers, in all her mawkish fragility
"Stare into the eyes of the product of your womb...
in all his glaring immortality!"
Ruptured voices now shake the room
Distant Fathers, Daniel Boone
"Vanquish all the solipsists
vanquish or they will persist"
The earth continues on its rotational axis
As we're all stuck here sifting with the masses
And when the sun shields itself in the pocket of eternal darkness
We shall all cease to exist...pagans, frontiersmen, and the Marxists