Jack Realized Beat

Jack Kerouac said:

"We are the beat generation.

Everything moving to the beat

And all of life is running to the beat.

The Bee At."

The beat that pulses blood.

The beat of African drums

Drowning out the epithets

Of miniature minds.

The beat of Lee Harvey's Carfano

Changing my life.

Blood and jungle merging to the beat of M16's

Punctuated by the timpanic mortar fire of

Bludering polititians.

Ray and Sirhan tapping an end

To a myriad of dreams.

All, all, yes all.

To the beat.

And the final beat of the war drum

Of a decimated people

Silenced by enraged

HOOVER'S.

"Ok boys, now last time we only Wounded them in the Knee.

This time we closed the Banks."

Sheridan's rule.

("The only good Indian I've ever seen was dead.")

The crackling beat of flames

Carressing humans

Who have offended the state.

Consuming humans

In defiance of order.

Koreshing humans

Perceived a threat

To the Order.

The hormonal beat

Of rutting males

In their naked dance

Of ritual Dionysion sacrifice.

Bludgeoning their eros

With closed fists

And muted cries.

The beat of the eternally lost child.

Pounding out the desire

To locate and affirm The Creator.

The beat of a ten-thousand year old ritual

Explaining the cycle of life.

Cross Death and rolling stones

Rolling bones.

Roll your own!

Jack was right!

Life bounces to an incessant beat.

Until the end,

Until the end...