The Thought That Lingers: Part Nine

This is the thought that lingers yet.
This is the ever burning thought.
Of man as Emperor of the World.
Surrendering his birthright heart of flesh.
For one whose luster is mere stone.

A wounded healer then is man.
O, what irony is man of steel!
With global urge to rule the world,
The universe he wounds instead.
With malicious weapons of deceit.

This is the flaw of modern man.
Of warlike man; focused, yet blind.
Possessed of gilded steely heart.
So crusted it no longer bleeds.
So withered it no longer feels.

From the Betwixt and the Between.
Within the crevices of his chthonic world.
Man searches aimlessly for his soul.
Alas! A heart that can no longer love.
Has forfeited the soul it once possessed.

Who then is modern man of war.
Disposed by outer nature as religious man.
Who struggles ever to be free.
Enchained by hatred and by greed.
Preaching a love that steals, not gives.

Who then is man in origin.
This godly man of righteousness.
Who is this noble Faustian man.
Who plunders wantonly; unrelentingly.
Who takes, without ever asking.

Man wages war with God… and Self.
This Übermensch —
In his descent becomes transformed.
Transmogrified from God to ‘Untermensch.’
Plutonic, warlike, igneous Untermensch.

Deception is the scheme of man.
Postmodernist Faustian Übermensch.
O Luciferan fallen Untermensch.
Your shadow casts upon this earth.
A light that’s full of darkness.

Your dwelling place then must be Erebus.
More specifically,  the Underworld.
In which you build your throne.
Ascending from the bottomless pit.
To steal men’s hearts and souls.

“The seasons come; the seasons go.
Like sunrise and sunset the seasons flow.
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter glow.
Yet man does not desist to cause his woe.
Plundering the worldwarfare in tow.”

While harvesting by theft the wealth of land.
Man becomes a brigand by his acts.
Seeking to be overseer, he becomes a clone.
The copy of himself is prized.
And not the flesh and blood of his original.

Man’s artifacts become his god.
His tools of trade, his arts and crafts.
His skills of technological wonder.
Become his graven images.
Transmogrified, man becomes bereft of soul.

How like a fallen god is man.
Once so mightily ascended.
Now so deeply descended.
How like a star gone dark is man.
A child of hope embraced by hopelessness.

This is indeed the thought that lingers yet.
This remains the overwhelming thought.
Of man as Emperor of the World.
Surrendering his birthright heart of flesh.
For one whose luster is mere stone.

About this poem

This 14-stanza poem, “The Thought That Lingers: Part Nine,” is Part Nine of a collection of twelve poems that are laden with interconnecting ideas, and with the interweaving central theme of “The Thought That Lingers” (hence the title of the entire series of the twelve poems), forming altogether an anthology of metaphysical, philosophical, existential poetry that was composed in the year 2000 and now published on

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Written on September 09, 2000

Submitted by karlcfolkes on April 13, 2024

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Stanzas 14
Stanza Lengths 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5

Karl Constantine FOLKES

Retired educator of Jamaican ancestry with a lifelong interest in composing poetry dealing particularly with the metaphysics of self-reflection; completed a dissertation in Children’s Literature in 1991 at New York University entitled: An Analysis of Wilhelm Grimm’s ‘Liebe Mili’ (translated into English as “Dear Mili”), Employing Von Franzian Methodological Processes of Analytical Psychology. The subject of the dissertation concerned the process of Individuation. more…

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  • karlcfolkes
    An old biblical tale of human frailty expressed brilliantly in Ezekiel 36:26.
    LikeReply1 month ago
  • susan.brumel
    Well said. I feel the same way, Karl. A ugly new chapter in an ugly old story.
    LikeReply1 month ago


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