This is the fifth piece in my 'Devil's Year' series.
May is supposed to bring us flowers after the winds and showers of the previous two months. It’s also supposed to bring us Mother’s Day. Throughout history, it also seems to, more often than not, have brought us the proverbial ‘rat-a-tat-tat’ of the beating war-drums.
We erect the phallic maypole
and gird it with ribbons, fine,
we get ready to burn the Wicker Man,
to bless a bountiful harvest one more time.
To be perfectly fair, May 1915 was also the month when Lt. Col. John McCrae wrote his immortal poem In Flanders Fields.
Further references in the piece come from the supposed ‘curse’ that claimed Lord Carnarvon in 1922, shortly after he was involved in opening Tutankhamun’s tomb.
I’ve also included references to Space Lord by Monster Magnet, and to ‘Mother’ by Pink Floyd, even though that latter one tends to make me feel a little dirty these days, considering the increasingly blatant Anti-Semitism of Roger Waters.
Finally, there is also an oblique reference to Shel Silverstein's poem: The Generals.
May is supposed to bring us flowers after the winds and showers of the previous two months. It’s also supposed to bring us Mother’s Day. Throughout history, it also seems to, more often than not, have brought us the proverbial ‘rat-a-tat-tat’ of the beating war-drums.
We erect the phallic maypole
and gird it with ribbons, fine,
we get ready to burn the Wicker Man,
to bless a bountiful harvest one more time.
To be perfectly fair, May 1915 was also the month when Lt. Col. John McCrae wrote his immortal poem In Flanders Fields.
Further references in the piece come from the supposed ‘curse’ that claimed Lord Carnarvon in 1922, shortly after he was involved in opening Tutankhamun’s tomb.
I’ve also included references to Space Lord by Monster Magnet, and to ‘Mother’ by Pink Floyd, even though that latter one tends to make me feel a little dirty these days, considering the increasingly blatant Anti-Semitism of Roger Waters.
Finally, there is also an oblique reference to Shel Silverstein's poem: The Generals.
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