Planet's Welcome to the 100th Monkey
Years later after the ninety-ninth,
Tribal shouts cracked our world open wide
That let the one hundredth monkey out;
Subject of beloved fabled prophecy.
Making soft wax of the hard hearts of men,
He arrived on a miracle of human will's dreams.
It was too critical that sooner
Would bring him quicker than later
To reach perfect percentage
Critical mass desperately needs,
Accomplishment of our tipping point glory
Was the proudest our planetary citizenry could boast.
With all said and done in whisper's happy cry,
It left leaving not one single eye dry.
Baby sprouts of human community
Sprung where the lasts gasps
Of Corporate skull duggery
Made their deep wounds of damage
Like any previous visit from inhuman savage.
Unquestioning evidence of Dawn's arrival;
A testament of clear declaration
That this be no empty claim.
The flags of nations burned
Along side celebratory fires
On beaches of joy abundantly paved;
No mourning took place during necessity's trial,
Sentencing, and condemnation's commencement;
A poetic smoke signal of this patriot demise.
The friends' disguise of a friend's enemies
Became butterfly-light aether condensate,
Transforming the rude opaque
To cleansing transparency.
Countenances became Partridge Family pure;
Humanity now united in contentment's ideal form;
This family with new wine skin
Fashioned lives in accordance
With freedom's kind cadence,
Dictating love's construction choices
For homes where doorways stayed open
Lacking locks or hiding place security system alarms.
Melodies sang from work's happy pounding
On anvil with hammer,
The dear tradesmen's tools
Of blacksmiths appearing from a millennial past.
For the age of this career
Has made splendid resurrection
True to historical biblical narrative,
The glorious task of beating violent swords
Into ploughshares for Age's gentle man's hands.
This was now reality's Golden Child
Lovingly pushed by angelic hands
On whose seat was goose down soft,
A notable feature of Heaven's swing.
What better gesture could any imagine
From a workmen's desire to thank our fortune,
The flood of Good's peace
Now covering our planet's
Now happy earth, amen and amen.