Open Up And Say Ahhh, For Here Comes The Medicine From The Cabinet Of The Long Emergency

 
 
simmering in
a beautiful angry broth  
 
ladled out  
with wild prophetic precision
 
a hungry cauldron  
of riotous images and fresh thoughts  
that dance oh-so jubilantly
 
spinning silver coins  
fading into ghostly reverie
 
the abstractness of money
lost in a stark crash of hypercomplexity
 
we,
thunder-ripe witches-brew witnesses,  
gurgling throatfuls of carbon
under the patient guidance of moonlight
 
thrusting bony hips  
and wise whispering skin  
with worshipful intent
 
zeros and ones
morph into Hubbert's haunting horizon
all the tears in the world turned obsidian
 
choking smoke  
of factory farms
 
sentient meat cogs
in the great gothic artifice
 
dues ex machina pulverized  
into a tower of lumbering gristle
 
stumblebum marionette yanked
stage left with the gleaming hook  
of ironic obliteration
 
poisons of the past
viral-reaping the throats  
of the present
 
populations overshooting  
into obliviousness
 
feasting at the banquet
of immutable consequences
 
symphonies of marsupial regret percolate,
banshee chorus wailing in cloying fumes  
while searching for the safety of mother's pouch
 
but true gardens
are tended by hand
 
and safety tastes like
soil under fingernails,
regeneration born of simple sweat
 
leaping into the rhythm
of nature's ancient wisdom
 
a polyculture
of the soul
 
for humankind
has finally taken notice
of nature's song of pruning  
 
and reality's uncaring gatekeeper
only accepts a crescendo  
of sonorous simplicity
 
and the wind-swept trees  
whistle along
 
and the wind-swept trees  
whistle along