logjams

I
when the rivers
of your mind
flow in a constant
downstream
cerebral inertia
your mental dregs awake
that clog the pores
of intellectual society

II
a tangled web
of deceit
stitches the fabric
on which negative acclamations
spiral to an ascendancy of doom
like the witches of salemia
on pagan isle

III
peace flourishes not
amidst the rancour
of political stench
bred and brewed
by an anarchy
of confusion and hate

IV
let sleeping dogs bite
the dreams
of wayward citizens
let empty vessels
make their noise
as boasters
make their mock
let sentinels bow low
to kiss the dirt
over which they rule
like pinions
of the dark

V
and when no room remains
for blunders
or for lamentations
or for empty pledges
let the logjams
of decadent society
inter the sun
beyond the great horizon

VI
interrogate the moon
to rhetorical oblivion
and interdict the stars
without jury or verdict
perchance
they elegy like
bruised spirits
chanting a new liturgy
amidst a litany
of shame

© Copyright 2019 December 29
by Clyve A. Bowen♫