Alive in the house of the monkey king, <br />whilst the trumpets moan <br />and a buffet is set before me, <br />whilst virgins tend to my needs <br />and menservants satisfy my whims. <br />I can no longer exist in the real world, <br />the world of the mundane, <br />the world of man, <br />of lies, <br />of arrogance, <br />the world of torture <br />and deceit. <br />In that world <br />I am death, <br />I am sorrow <br />with a deafened ear <br />and blunted brow, <br />with a blinded eye <br />and blighted mind, <br />with a callous spirit <br />infected with compliance, <br />diseased with complacency. <br />In that world I am death, <br />a douser of flame, <br />a destroyer of light. <br />In that world I am <br />death. <br />But I shall always remain <br />alive <br />in the house of the monkey king. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright (C) MMIV (2004)<br /><br />Derek R. Audette<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alive-in-the-house-of-the-monkey-king/
