april 24, 2024
Good Morning Babylon
Cash Carrillo
house divided, shut up yet again with
old growth boards, no nails left, hammer hidden
see injustice what we’ve left behind, it’s
just young men, all fighting neck and neck;
but sure it’s sugar in my diet
say the elephant enclosures, cross-eyed bears,
acetaminophen-american, politically there’s
no hands on the rudder, ship’s at mercy of
the makers breakers shakers of the state
steering us into a homemade scylla,
fire-breathers, hatred in their oars
made of that wood whose splinters prick our empty souls,
dragged cross carpeted floor on broken wheels,
prayers unheard except by unseen calves
whose mystery cults hook into our eyelids;
but there’s no intercession for the beasts
who suck our blood and eat our history.