Friday, May 14, 2010

As we begin
and lurch forward
the seas dying,
its oily fish floating,
our virus
in shoes
spreading its cancerous
intelligence into forbidden places.

As we discover our ancestors
tools and weapons
we refine
into remote control.

As we fail to recognize
anything Holy,
not place
not person
not thought
and desecrate all
for fun
and laugh
for the last second entertainment
of what we are
into the last generation
of a carnal carnival of cannibals.

An invitation has been
to shorten
and encourage your attendance.
Please come soon.
The band is playing
your tune.
The banquet will be grand.
Toasts all round
the circle of love.
Give me a hug.