This is a poem I was inspired to write in appreciation of Allen Ginsberg (Beat Generation)

Gods Speed

Cruelty curls
lips and mouth
Sunken face, furrowed brow
Happy cries amongst heavenly highs
From this to now
Leaving bodies stretched and twisted
Blowing smoke to the shaman mystics
A red faced man gone ballistic
Punching cages
How hatred changes us
To the point of no recognition to the point of sweet transition
Bend her into a new position
Keep it fresh, hold your breath
Keep the friction
Charm her with stony conviction
Bare faced and adamant
Show the world your bite
Tear its fucking head off!
Fuck it or fight
Heap on your transgressions
Wipe the sweat
Dripping from your nod
Before the two bob truncheon squad
Pile violence upon violence, misery upon misery in the pursuit of peace
The earth shakes in our wake
Selfish greedy virus
Consuming brutes of insatiable needs
Never happy until we see our chosen bleed
Fall to their knees under the weight of a manmade creed
Ice age, ice age!
Freeze this waste
Fire burn this bitter taste
Destruction come
All over this face
With gods speed and heavenly haste.

Poem by Ben Robinson