A corridor of crystal castles lay stretched before me,
a snaking line spreading into the landscape as a virus
bludgeoning the earth each place it landed,
rooting itself deep with its basements and
uprooting every tree to fuel its belly.
It tries to spread water over the lillies in the meadows,|
but it rages with a fire that chokes holes in the ozone.
It springs up little children in an asexual mitosis,
forcing the mother to undergo strong changes.
Churning and spitting out frothing little human dolls,
not short on blood flow but short on decent jobs.
It’s a phenomenon that I watch in horrid anticipation,
as the snake begins to enclose around itself as a victim.
Trains and cars running headless like queenless ants,
Coating sugar-stains like little sycophants.
As the castles grind they spill their own blood,
awash on the grasses and mixing with mud.
The snakes eyes are short films shot on 8mm;
Passchendaele and Burma, as experienced on computer.
Science has a method of teaching us valuable lessons;
like wedging the earth between Venus and Mars.
Long ago when dreamers gazed at the stars
Even then, they knew were we wedged between Love and War.
So as Venus ascends us, and Mars leaves us waning.
We’ve got each other but I can’t stop complaining.
