The morning after, this cosmic couple
will say there was no forewarning, how forces
evil beyond light of civilized life, unspeakable batteries
of darkness struck out from meanest shadows of jealous worlds,
and they will say they are ashamed to be naked, witnessing the million
souls who never sought to kill or conquer or suffer the children for material
gain. Yes, they will say this union that cast an etheric light like rainbows
dispersed over the Land of the Free was Hilarion's alchemy of deserts
beyond their control, and telling this, they'll claim the prize,
a country here or there, and sinister weapons
erect and waiting more deadly still
for choosing where to
kill or fail
with passports
to darker
victories.
Yet Tripoli's
green book
fluttering
in toxic ash
tells how
mighty are
the meek
and speaks
or new worlds
surrendered
as the hungry
wife of earth
sells herself
to savagery
that her
child
might
live.
Understand the other side is in us now, as mentors of democracy stuttering through episodes with formulas of lies
and blame-shame beliefs, proclaim the terrorized multitude must wait for future fission to consume the game.
