. . . this slick arrogance spread
across the marble floors of legal pages
might slide like fragile plates, not
that purposeful grace of outer magma,
our volcanic firmament
so innocent of violent intent
but only the inept intent and entente of leadership,
all smiles, all power riding easy
on ample loins
slumming far from admissible distance
outside their zoological display of distrained childhood –
fear-bound, ground in cages,
no promise or hint of emancipation –
only dry wind from hired functionaries,
an apparat of withered mouths.
*
Institutions, like
governments ungoverned,
living only to perpetuate ad quo status,
must rot to the skeletons of nothing
but themselves having gained no flesh
but only the smell of dead ideals
sizzling on ignited covenants –
the stench of deceit, the dust-fragrance –
far-distant obliviated life
*
by rude calculation mis-engineered –
the memento mori of each child’s breath
publicly disdained.