Friday, December 14, 2012

Seven

I hear thunder,
see more lightning
than the sky can hold.

Some expected
a pre-programmed planetary shift
in consciousness from
fears to love,
delusions to knowledge,
illusions to unobstructed vision.

Others of less noble heart
had other plans.

On the seventh day prior
to the rumored stellar divide,
a dark green reptilian
slit of an eye
opens in the center
of a formerly human brain,
sees options narrow,
starts to panic,
sends scopolamined
implant-guided killers
into shopping malls and schools,
random domestic terrorist shock-troops
to instill the necessary degree of fear
to insure maximum compliance
when the heavily armed
Kevlar-coated federal employees
later secure the perimeter,
conducting house-to-house searches
in Los Angeles, Seattle, Denver, Phoenix,
Austin, New Orleans, Atlanta, Richmond
Philadelphia, Cleveland, Chicago, New York,
Rome, Moloch and Hell,
confiscating guns and gold,
arresting anyone who shows
a moment’s hesitation
following the Emperor’s orders,
shooting anyone who resists
or tries to run.

At least,
the mystery of how they’d ever
find a way to keep paying
the soldiers was finally solved.

Veterans lead anti-war marches,
and old hippies start training hard
for hours in the desert
in full battle fatigues
executing maneuvers,
perfectly triangulated kill-zones
laid down from on high.

The Buddha says that
there are seven
wings of Awakening—
mindfulness, the analysis of qualities, persistence,
rapture, serenity, concentration, equanimity.

On these wings
no Earthly air force rides,
but radiant seagulls,
timeless recognition.

The geometry of awareness
may be shaped by cosmic cycles
in ways our kind will keep
failing to grasp for at least
another hundred thousand years.
 
We may hurtle with our closest star
through space to a rendezvous
with some hitherto
unknown punk brown dwarf
binary brother of the sun
returning from
long elliptical travels void-ward
now waiting to greet us at closest approach
after twenty five thousand years or so
playing the prodigal star
through empty temporal hollows,
wet gravity wells
quivering with fear and craving,
wormholes to the next
amniotic sac.

Even if true,
how could it matter?

It was no omnipotent God of compassion
who slaughtered 28 strangers today.

No random bastard
put a bullet through his own head
vaporizing the implant,
destroying connection
with the point of transmission.

None of this is real.
None of it.

This tape will self-destruct in
10, 9, 8,
seven…

1 comment:

  1. They're gonna call me crazy, but this will sound the death knell for the Second Amendment, but it won't be guns that are banned. Look for new regs on ammunition, restrictions and chain-of-custody paper trails will bottleneck bullets. Fed mandated 'fees' to fund victim recovery will ultimately make shooting a firearm un-affordable unless its done while robbing a bank. I hate thinking the way I do but when I first heard about this I thought, 'They knocked that disarm the rabble' ball outta the park with this one. Little kids, babies really. And while the talking heads spin up the public's fear; behind electronically secure doors and bullet proof windows our 'fascist-lite' leaders drool over such tragic opportunity and dream feverishly of how far to push 'it will make you safer' this time.

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