and a halo of fire
twin crown of the spikenard
in duplicate, the reign of blindside terror
blunt force object(ion)s loosened
by torque of tongue
and honed cries
are not of the banshees
but the drooling lips
of monsters
churned through utter madness
you’ve got your sexy
nuclear bombs
and your missile defense
systems so wizened
and your gangster covert
spit-spewed color revolutions
and your brilliant trillion
dollar military contracts
and your Silicon Valley
brain trust of AI portal collusion
and
yeah, you’ve got your
superbly spun knit of
modern day Indra net
with your masterfully orchestrated
intelligence agency/mockingbird media
disinformation campaign puked large
and your perfectly laid plan
of mice and bats and pangolin and men
and all we have
to offer
ever so humbly
in return
is the fattest
No
you could ever
hope
to sink your aching
teeth into