The High Priests of Parity

THE HIGH PRIESTS OF PARITY

The High Priests of Parity
Rule with subtle severity
And never get out of the way.

Their grey clouds obscure
Joys that once were
The promise of every new day.

The Prisoners of Parity are not even machines,
Just replaceable parts
Tracked on charts,
Stored in racks,
Shuttled in carts,
Deployed by science
To labor in cubes on repetitive chores
Along silent, endless, grey corridors.

With all equations deemed equal,
All numbers must be zeroes.
They are vaudeville villains,
Moderate madmen and half-hearted heroes
Climbing false peaks and descending false valleys,
Taking arrogant enemies for affirming allies.
The leveling power of abnormality
Reduces them to atoms of functionality.

The High Priests of Parity
See with great clarity
They are superior folk.

They lounge by the shore
Counting seagulls by the score,
Sipping on rum and Coke.