The
hills go blind and can’t see you climbing.
The
crows congregate to form a chorus line.
Redwoods
take over the Beach at Malibu.
Apple
pies surf ocean waves on a windy day.
Butter
knives revolt stabbing at shelless turtles’
eyes.
Jesus refuses a curtain call as hands of the
audience
clap themselves to death. It is a cruel
world
of distorted imagery in which we live—
where
infants swaddled in burkas are never
changed;
where Orange Juliuses lick a poor
man’s
face; where the wealthy are dissected
in
a gathering of flee-infested koalas; as Detroit
is
dismantled brick by brick and transported by
by
train to Kiev, Ukraine. Oh, wait, there’s more...
Muscle-bound
maggots lift 10-times their weight
at
the Insect Olympics; Mitch McConnell and
William
Barr are canonised as living saints by
Pope
Donald Trump at the Iowa State Fair;
promises
are kept as a squadron of pigs in turn
take
to flight from LAX. What else to do but
ponder
all the nightmare possibilities on an
unrelenting
restless night? And, but for the
grace
of God, you and I may have been forced
to
attended the halo-crowning coronation.
Chris
Hanch 6-2-19
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