Iconoclasm/Better Git It In Your Soul (An Outline Of Charles Mingus) Poem by Joshua Lewis White

Iconoclasm sweeps the nation, destroying all, creating all
People fade in/out
Fingers slowly tapping at the foundations of a generation
The swing rhythm - heartbeat
A mountain range in the mist,
An umbrella shading the light of the moon
The music pouring in the window,
Melodies and rhythms unheard of
Instrumentation/Characterisation
Mist, fog, rain
The insides of the brain
The ballroom lights up with intense ferocity
A man in a white trench coat, waiting/reaching for the train
I read in a solemn tone a newspaper filled with forgotten memories
A soloist, an artist, an anarchist
Iconoclasm sweeps the nation, destroying all, creating all
People fade in/out
Trumpets sound the beginning of a new era
Fingers slowly tapping at the foundations of a generation
Accounts of meaningless encounters with the subconscious
Into the sea it disappears
Long forgotten, but the memory remains
Endless lines of fire
A figure in the dark
Nameless bodies, an empty cloak
The body lies bare, swinging on the pendulum
Fuel/Fire
The darkness, the cold ground
A long hard look at life, this mortal coil
Is anyone out there?
Iconoclasm, the burden, the creator
All is lost
All is found
The end of confusion, clarity is found
Iconoclasm, the burden, the creator, the beginning, the end.