Five moons, unwept in light and shadow, five
Suns, five daughters marked the drowning.
An insatiable chasm that gorged on flaxen ground,
Five dreams unmourned upon the gloaming.
There was the anti-white jihadi, riding backwards on
An ancient nag: in one hand he held a flask with
The ashes of Milton, and with the other a burning Iliad.
There was the Azovite, descending on a pterodactyl,
His shirtless body revealing a hideous Wolfsangel
Flanked by a Celtic Cross and SS Bolts: with one
Hand he held the head of a Donbass girl and with
The other a portrait of Bandera. Next came the
Takfiri, arriving on the back of a pickup truck, over
One shoulder he hauled a bag with the hands of
Alawites; and from the other, the feet of Druze. Feminisis
Followed, furiously riding a chariot pulled by men
Broken and battered, ceaselessly whipped they raced
Over all the earth, howling beyond the rains were
The phantoms of the unborn. At last came the Zionist,
Sitting atop a bloodstained hippopotamus whilst
Wearing an ADL shirt and using a joystick to slaughter
Gazans, the droning of the Cyclopes striking terror
In every babe – their illimitable bloodlust hounding the
Pious and the callow. And these five heathens imploded
On the main, and from black doom flowed shadows,
And from shadows birthed black flowers nigh; raging
Were the hellhounds that heaved crimson waters – drooling
In dauntless pride were these wolves of a new dominion