I haven’t kept kalendarium for kiloannum
Of all my thousand years
each they is more a sullen than the utopia before
it is pale shadow and growing paler
Defect,
or corrupt data,
or transcription errors
came slowly overshadowing
All the world over that slowly dies.
No a race renowned of old have survived
and all the faces of tombstones are long gone
soon all the Shade Kings in the world will fall
the road are peopled with the fiends unmasked.
Frappadingue’s veil, ground connectors,
coronapocalypse towing whorled truck
and sky touchers carrying ack-ack gun
ack ack
looking for eye-stinging venom and sanguineous blood
Earth Candle, Matchstick.
Dreicnialic
Cogeecaine,
the blue poison dart frogs habitat
A constellation of deranged chanting,
cheerleading pom poms.
A constellation of bondservant spreading Big Oaf’s
crowning
within a year there were holocaust on the phizog
on the moue
on lunges
on breather
on giblets
all your psyche
all your great gray matter
Behold the valley of slaughter
there has been flesh-eating
flesh-eating is the great fear
I wiggle
From clime to clime
Reeled into the canyon of maim
With mask, blade, and spear
Peace among nations, peace in our pigsties, acquires, bags, obtains, androids,
piece in our liberty and peace in the house of slaves.
Stay safe.
Leila Samarrai 