Ablaze, the Fraternal Fallow
and in those open spaces,
you would fly your flag of adoration, frustration, miscommunication, and mutilation
slicing proud, there - lashed to the stern of the vessel Hateful;
her keel lain by callouses of home - hands & feet stiff (long ago, they hauled barley, by bushel down a gravel road)
but an instant of that rarified quiet stays the haze's obfuscation, faltered: our sisters lie lynched on dire alters
our homesteads, crypts; shrines to delirium the chords of our songs left unresolved in imposters' inrequiem
plastic for stone; fiberglass for coal stale rot for flesh, cut with nothing to our bones
mirages in the mirror, darkly: devil's imps roost on red Remingtons, limp
plugged, our ears in mute
terror's gluttony, stripped down furrows of falsity's fatherly fugue truth: our souls seethe in the dark we are drowning in our own deceptions
in excess, we are barren we parade nothing but the lies which proceed the whole of Earthly pain
breathless, we are foolish monstrosities - the incongruent Lords of amplified insanity
resolute, we are the hearthen hole into which all eventually fall, famished for youth
manic, we are the monopolized manufacturers of mantra; an ambient, discordant dirge
patriotic, we produce only pervading paternal plague
nostalgic, we are the fundamental erosion of human wellness
abrasive, we are needlessly suffering - the listless harlequin of a nation
~the world is growing weary of our emergency~ and the humongous expenditure of its petty insincerities