LEADERS

 


See how these leaders tease nuclear conflict like they are macho matadors to a bull called Armageddon 

 

Like having kings and queens makes human beings so great that they could play chess with fate 

when planets in orbit keep planets in check and ours is in checkmate

See regardless of whether we get there first 

one fine day the sun will burn the earth 

Disrobe and pump out her chest like she was going to school a shorty

 

The helium queen will turn our rivers into steam and their residue into streams

and the sand of each coast into crumbs like dried toast then cook man and beast for the galaxy to feast on the roast and they on that distant star might say 

“We told you about the fire and the brimstone

That he hath rained coals and made them drink from a cup filled with the scorching wind “

and the others will say that we began at the spectacular bang and perished in a squib

of concrete boiled into blood 

Crawling lava spitting fried metals that succumbed like forlorn faces of deposed despots 

who would cling to trees in the primal scream of earth song 

Their martyred leaves abandoning amputated fingers to acsend in a blaze of hydrogen

Then the mother of the world will pass away and all of the siblings will stray in the dark

 

And they might say “what’s happened to them that call themselves men 

The demagogues of Romans and Byzantines and Commonwealth and scholars and cavalries, icons and armadas

 

Where are the gatekeepers revered in religion and science and politics for the people by the experts of their contexts

Weren’t they going to consecrate the moon ?

 

Did they just come and go put on a show that wasn’t great and incinerate in a manifestation of hot air

without so much as a narcissistic imprint 

A plaque 

WTF

 

Gone in a powderpuff of folklore like trash disposed in the galactic riddle of a black hole 

Their governing gargoyles vaccinating the fever of subcultural division turning right wing and left-wing persuasions

into subscriptions of 8 billion siblings quibbling over who is gods chosen children 

 

Gone to the worthless gospel of insignificance

because man made E equals MC2 into a steady eraser of nature instead of some kinetic stratospheric buffer

Every mammal and his mother 

had to suffer

Though the rebels tried till the rebellion died 

Treading soundwaves with submerged ears so misinformed of appropriated misinformation 

synthesising the father son and holy ghost in customised scriptures defining everything as rosy from the cradle to the pharmaceutical

if it’s in sync with the rank and file

 

The here and now is history’s holy grail

and they always said that beyond the end they’d all go to God 

as (star) dust to stardust in a solar garden where the desolate ashes of retired stars float 

In an atomic flower bed where there are no creatures 

Not an amoeba 

nothing happens and keeps on not happening

Salt of the plains of forever

 

 

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