The curdled sky
unplaceable through the smoke of burning cities
day and night
disfigured, bulldozed earth in a heap of spoil
Cain stands
screaming in the field of blood,
“Am I my
brother’s keeper?”
Patron saint of the
Capitalist Cult.
Draw near and listen. Draw near to what is crucial.
What is happening here? Cows and crops die. The corpse of the state lies in the street while, mile after mile, torching ten thousand buildings in the smoke-filled valley. Evil is come upon us – with thunder – with storm and tempest. A great noise, a flame of devouring fire.
You can see it for yourself. You know the truth of it. You see the devouring flame written in the law. Written in the prophets and spray painted on the walls. You should burn them. Burn them or walk away. But you will do neither. Never. You cut your losses but it’s already too late.
It is this: A Total Lack of Comprehension.
It is this: A Total Lack of Love.
Your grave is dug. For a million dollar weakness. For a twenty-five cent failure.
Draw near and listen. Try to understand.
Push the report. Put it all in writing. There are two ways to go here: Bombs or paper. Paper or bombs. It’s going to hurt either way. I promise you that much. It’s going to hurt, but you can live. This is the audacity of human survival. You can live...
We are breaking. Lawlessness is upon us. But who and what will they believe? The lawbreakers in the White House? Remove their heart, they won’t believe the truth.
I don’t have a guilty conscience. Not me. I’ve not cooperated with the FBI.
There Once Was a Prophet from Judah: Biblical Limericks for Fun and Prophet
