The Trinket Factory Will Make us Burn
(The turning points that have brought us to the tipping point)
When kings and emperors were divine
The people couldn’t speak
When the literate spilled their skills
The water of the alphabet flowed into minds
And the dormant awakened and grew.
When portraits became an individual
The imagination spawned many lines of descent
And the strip lynchets were stolen;
The common holiness of the people was made redundant
And the emperor wore no clothes and took a biased share.
When we became remote from the source
And the belief system of money for money’s sake
And the velocity of the turning to yet turn again and again
Turned and spun.
Then the spinning tipped.
The people shout at the deaf divinity of the kings and emperors
Who wear no clothes in the centre of their trinket factory.
The earth will rage and burn.