Kill Mozart ... A Poem
Great individuals embarrass, reveal man's jealous emptiness The sad, cruel world, long destitute, greedy for treasure, salvation from death and fear of death, cannot bear to behold its own shallowness, by truth of genius, obvious. Salieri ever hates Mozart, and through the master's genius...God. Kindergarten bullies, unloved, transfer their own futility, must strike at all the golden ones, instinctively feared for goodness. Our psyches sense brilliance, difference to despise; inner hackles rise. Christ must ever die, be crucified, to rise, to die again, and yet again, that empty man may kill, and by his foul and many murders, pretend to ritual cleanse himself, find spurious immortality. Hideous minds twist facts of life, man's savage, ghastly acts excised. How could man kill his living God? And, how could God make Mozart die, young greatness not unfurled in full? What is this bossing cosmic bully that so deadly casts its feckless seed; harvests random good and evil, genius, moral idiocy with such grand orgasmic sweep; makes man and angel, all creation, weep?
Copyright by Don Gray
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