I sit in quiet to reflect
the astral ancestors blazing
across the clouded skies.
cast, huge hidden vessels
gliding through the dark.
Who sets our agenda of forever war?
Congress just voted 1.3 trillion dollars
to spend this year, on the books
delimiting the budget for visible
ventures, bombs and warships and
personnel and payments to all
the companies who camp along
the coast, an ocean of funds:
dip in your grubby vessel, dripping
with bloody lies, bargains galore!
All the secret organizations who
masquerade in acronyms and capital
letters take their payments in the dark.
Tired and dispirited, feeling watchful eyes,
at our wits’ end, we crawl through days,
lifting at last to the headsets
and gaming the matrix, entrained, fueling
this utterly insane war machine.
We wake up weighted to the dollars
debt–whose defense do we pay for
with our lives? Industry hums
as we race madly
to the end of a world we’ve missed
and perhaps have never seen.
Sacred geometrical messages of hope
bloom in hidden fields, mown down fast
by the masters of the enslaved. We look
and look and look as what is hidden
emerges. What we see has no name.
We blink in confusion, searching for clues.