Monday Poem

“I read the news today, oh boy!”


The Protocols of Cause

Grotesques are at the door
we cook in our own juices thinking
we’re immune from fire and ice
thinking we still have time to burn
we can’t imagine we’ll be stewed in our own vices
because we have

But the protocols of Cause are not things
bought-off by tepid promises
or rueful tears, or sloths’ intent,
or measures we serially apply in thinnest

Now the time has come,
come and brought Effect in jackboots
with spit and spurs and winds
as merciless as God Capital and
Jim Culleny