A mildewed copy of The Economist, a snickering
Frat boy, Iago’s syphilitic cousin, and a mischievous
Hyena. A broken body, cast down on shallow weeds.
The burning cross that knows no rest, meandering in
The haze beyond the ghost of Hippocrates, as cannibal
Armies fade into the night. A pod of careerists callously
Strewn on a withering grove, howling soldiers unmoored
Of gentleness, as Eichmann’s specter stands watch on
Callow shores. The careening brain, hauled down by
Drooling demons, as a sea of souls is engulfed on a
Funeral pyre – then dissolved to ashes – as hard-hearted
Brigands are of oblivion crowned. Once sacrosanct fairies
Lost, evanescing was the zone upon the disintegrating
Hourglass. The citadel of Nuremberg razed, a sea of
Shards cascading, a mind-forged mannequin, defiled
And bereft where no lilacs grow. A cave where rapine,
Villainy, and avarice are enthroned; a vanishing brook
Where lucid memories fade, as the eager resident is
Presented with a meat cleaver. The commodification
Of man, where every person is a thing, and the mindless
Are condemned, bereft of all wandering; locked in amber,
Trapped in bloody wars. A nest of sociopathy, wickedness,
Duplicity and violation; where the automaton grins as the
Lucre rains down and the eye dreams never – and all is
Lost thereon – amidst the drowning of the untold innocents.