April 29, 2011

World As White Whale

(Enter Ahab: Then, all.)

Over Descartian vortices you hoover, drooling

    idiot child. ruler of the world
    what you “know” is unknowable
    while your ignorance consumes libraries

that sucking sound you hear
is the sound of your nation
being flushed straight to hell

“And perhaps,
at mid-day,
in the fairest of weather,
with one half-throttled shriek
you drop through the transparent air into the summer sea,
no more to rise forever.”

and us with you

from WAR
written spring 2003

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