and in the
ghettoes of Kelmitzar
there was
a hole in the wall
and a door in the sky
and a little patch of winter
nestled in among the robust maples
the stalwart companions of our cunning
and there’s a child
who hasn’t eaten for three days
who sleeps one day out of every seven years
he missed the hour of the Reckoning
so he’s stuck here
a child at a bus stop waiting
forever and ever but the bus
has already left
and –
there’s a man at a desk
filling out tax forms from 1993
and nibbling on Ju-Ju-Bees
“they could survive a nuclear winter”
so he says to the rabbits
who prance about jubilantly
feigning love but
all the while keeping
a close EYE
out for their runaway souls
they sing
“it is a strange thing when your body takes you hostage”
always in the key of D
ALWAYS.
Occasionally
The hole in the wall gets bigger
And the child says
“bring forth that fallen angel
bring forth that prince in the dark”
into his kingdom from the
blistering elevator between hells
(the devil is too old to take the stairs)
–
they got used to the buzzing
YEARS AG o –
Whe n th ey real ized “no one is coming for us down here”
And that
the drone
of mechanical goblins
to the distant north
was only the aviators
–dischaos of the highest order–
–parallax but not medicine–
–empty threats and tribal blood rituals–
and White Noise
streaming down from the sea beyond her eyes
And The Anthem.
Oh That Anthem – won’t you Play it Again –
But the aviators they don’t care ‘bout none a’ that
Post-Modernist Psychobabble
they’re always here for
the SAME reason
guns
“why do you need them”
“To win the war.”
“what war/// # there aint *@% no war goin on”
“There is war close at hand with the Spies. They are fortifying their numbers and gaining strength with every second. The end is nigh unless we repel them. We must be prepared. We must stop this scourge.”
“cant you just” …
“What?”
“cant you just
you know
talk about it
come to some kind of understanding?”
“I assure you, Good Citizen Farar, that the Spies are below understanding and compromise. They are vile, base creatures, and we cannot stand by and watch their reign of terror continue.”
“i dont know about this”
“You are either with us or against us. There is no middle way. Either cooperate with our demands or be destroyed. Now is a time for unity. Now is a time for togetherness. Now is not a time for Citizens to be questioning and attacking the motives of their leaders. You are either with us or against us.”
“what about the…”
“The what? Speak, Citizen, or hold your peace and aid your defenders, your protectors, in whatever way you can.”
“what about the rumors ///!! i heard a rumor oh i oh i dont know if i should be saying this oh but i heard that – that – that there was a terrible accident”
“An accident.”
“oh yes sir that – that there was some kind of accident and thats how Miriar died oh how i miss her”
“Good Citizen Farar! You cannot say such things. Miriar was a traitor. She was a low and ignominious heretic of the worst order. Her death was only a part of the natural order.”
“*^ what natural order”
“The natural order in which those who follow shall be saved from the darkness, Citizen. The natural order which lays to waste those who do not align themselves with the light. You are in the light now, Citizen. Do not make the same mistake Miriar did. Do not turn from the Order of Things.”
“but–”
“You are either with us or against us. There is no middle way. Either cooperate with our demands or be destroyed. Now is a time for unity. Now is a time for togetherness. Now is not a time for Citizens to be questioning and attacking the motives of their leaders. You are either with us or against us.”
“ ”
“You are either with us or against us. There is no middle way. Either cooperate with our demands or be destroyed. Now is a time for unity. Now is a time for togetherness. Now is not a time for Citizens to be questioning and attacking the motives of their leaders. You are either with us or against us.”
in the ghettoes of kelmitzar
one great civilian soul
is
spray painted on every wall
and the past is locked up in the county jail
until it escapes. It |always| escapes.
[it’s coming]
Adding your comment:
There are a lot of things to digest from within this piece, Connor. I think your metaphorical references were quite clear, and stark in some places. Easily discerned by one who pauses to chew their metaphorical food. 
This is an interesting and quite the intelligent series you've got going, and I heartily approve of your formatting, as well. 
Simpatia
