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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