July 18, 2006

A Poem from Clayton Eshleman


For Ian Irvine, in Australia

The body piles at Abu-Ghraib,
apple-stacked asses like a gigantic Sadean sexual molecule
male all the way through,
the Caucasian subconscious unleashed on the brown body.

I walk Washtenaw Road,
a pupa in a Hydra-tainted imperial chrysalis.

Controlled demolition of the three Towers.
Controlled demolition of our Constitution.
Controlled demolition of our rights.
Controlled demolition of our environment.
Controlled demolition of our ice.

The missile that penetrated the Pentagon:
The Entry not of Christ
but Pat Robinson into Washington.

It is Alien o'clock.
When will the truth explode from Bush’s chest?

Posted by Dale at July 18, 2006 06:52 PM
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