“the rule of the corpses”

by normal
“—this is the new anti fascist war—
we must fight against the rule of the corpses—”
—amiri baraka, what’s that who is this in them old nazi cloths?

today, the mother of scorpions devours her own
grashopper mice eat their cousins
migrating crane are laying plutonium eggs all over the
baltic sea

& another pubescent freedom fighter accidentally kills a sage
& another bohemoth flood water swallows the gulf coast
& another goliath chemical consortium swallows the sea
& another matouke mushroom is gulped down as a delicacy.

today, the smog charges over the sky
the smog wears the face of ganghis khan
& every continuing generation practices its’ own poly-
technical form of kamikaze

tired generals wage war with tired generals
another tongue loses it’s language
another chicano lad is thrown into the tarpits
a gamma ray bursts
a thimbleweed shrivels
weapons drive men psychotic
& nothing is always the same as nothing.

in the common wind, common ephemera cohere
in the common atom, rigormortis speaks with futuristic eyes
it is hitler & assad fornicating a rose
it is an apiary of lost worlds
a mausoleum afterlife of lunatic brains
a carnival sky filled with crematorium ash

& dying trees are weeping
& long-gone leaves are falling
old ships in the harbor with dead grecian nymphs
with new skies heavy with the karma of hara-kiri missiles
& street strangers approach with bare beggar bowls
& life jerks itself off in its own cosmic sheets.

today, epiphanies stalk time with rusted hatchets while
god sits alone before his audience of 100 billion solar systems
writing his scripture of blackholes, quarks & solar wind
& because god watches over epiphany & apocalypse equally—

today, history will not be heeded
today, a nation of blind robots will follow the rant & piffle
of a mad man over the cliff & into oblivion
today, the mother of scorpions devours her own.