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Parliament

Twelve surrounded the table
where once this world was founded
but now was fated to fall
to a council long since sedated

The years dulled their edges
once sharp minds lulled
by dreams of static nostalgia;
nothing new could mute the old fantastic.

When the end stood before them
to be judged for all its ill and its good
they refused to name if for what it was
and searched amongst themselves for explanation

Thus, in deliberation, the world ended
not in the soft sobered silence of rumination
nor the enraged cacophony of rebellion
but with all the grace of a madman caged

knowing only himself with whom to confer

The Going Under

For years we fought monsters
while monsters fought us;
both ravenous,
               until we dominated them
and took their place.

When we feared darkness
               we burned it to the ground.
When we feared ignorance
               and invented our own truth.
When this was not enough
               we killed science
replaced it with belief
and found a deathly comfort there.

When the monsters we were found kingdoms
those kings would turn on us
so we burned them too
and made nations instead.

But those kingdoms remain
beneath the thick regal skins adorned
for we are better monsters
than those we’ve slain.

Corporations were built
from the bones buried in those warm graves
and we’ve lain down our torches
to serve them again,
for you can’t rightly be bound
if your hands are busy with fire.

               Somewhere, Nietzsche is laughing.

Elephants

The broad surface – a stretched canvas of years
sun beaten – weathered and worn
a map of dead dreams and old fears
scars like canyons and crags
unseen forces clawing at the past
with grotesque greedy spears
to take a future neither would ever know
exchange it for a few coins
blood soaked soil
and silent tears
a story told
but unfinished
an ending like heat waves on the horizon
the time since a prolonged epilogue
a corpse that just
endears

Selling Coffins

Someone is always behind the curtain
don’t listen to the lies they might tell you
the roots of words can be twisted askew
but you can of this one thing be certain
someone is there to exploit your burden
to change the dynamics of all you knew
just to find reasons to make you subdue
as if consumed by some violent sermon.
They cannot fight these battles on their own
so of course they beguile us with their charms
with more wealth than we could have ever known
because the best way they can avoid harm
is to offer us an interest free loan
thus consigned in their name to take up arms

The youth – factory farmed
to keep corpses alive
the impoverished deprived

Lives – are always ending
for those we should be spending.

The Bounty

Charred wood and ash stirred to bright gold embers
violence begat flames that fold in tongues
crack like whips in darkness to inspire lust
the night takes the fire into its lungs

Thoughts are loud – though they remain unspoken
silence is where the sane call their home
the madness restrained surely dies inside
or there resides like eyes free to roam

The sounds of life are encumbered with death
all felt the time plundered as an offense
the cliff ending while they keep running on
absence becoming something immense.

But finality waits for tomorrow
they will travel no more after this
Three weeks to create a friend from nothing
one rope to end it all in abyss.

Theme Park

Such wrath has been wrought in the name of capital,
Empathy extracted from the mouth of existence
To leave it toothless and unable to chew;
Drip fed contradictions and exaggerated insecurities
Until existence is neutralized to nothing more than,
Selling our lives and our time to buy the good life at cost.

Step right up boys and girls, everyone’s a winner!

Come see the sell outs and the golden calves,
For half your earnings you can watch your own execution,
Pay double and unmask the villain
But if you’re too afraid to confront yourself,
There’s a teacup ride where you can go round and round ’til you die
If you vomit, try not to hit the operator,
They paid good money to keep you in circles,
And we wouldn’t want the rides to stop, would we?

Step right up boys and girls, everyone’s a winner!

At least that’s what they tell us to get us on stage.
Shirts and skins, but if you lose they’ll take your shirt; skin too.
And if you win, it will only be for all the people you flayed,
So at least the ones that lose everything,
Can say they never skinned a man,
But they’ll still buy the skin if it says ‘prada’ and is on sale,
To have that moment where it looks like they did, so,

Step right up boys and girls, everyone’s a winner!