Dread
has taken up residence
in
my never placid imagination
as
if the next conflagration
were
coming for me and I’m running
from
dream-terror getting nowhere.
At
my trial
the
jury box is packed
with
kangaroos, koalas
and
crippled veterans of foreign wars
my
defense’s mouth is sealed
with
that ever useful petroleum product
duct
tape
melting
into her throat.
The
charge is Ecocide
our
greatest absurdity
the
garden we’ve made into a shit-hole has become a fire pit
and
we’re stockpiling
batteries
bullets
and
bibles.
Oh
say can you see clearly now the day has come bursting air red glare tattered
cloth inverted hung out to dry in the Australian bush that’s everywhere.
Think
nothing of it
follow
the boss over the cliff
there
might be a job down there
Dread
is shorting my circuits
we
should all be pissing our pants.
RW
Guanajuato,
Mex
01.05.2020
(photo: unattibuted)
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