Your mellifluous voice, sir,
and equally mellifluous words
(carefully knit into ever so meaningless
slogans).
Your tumid tear-filled eyes,
(denoting an allergic reaction
to the true nature of our
misery,
rather than an actual,
though useless,
show of
sympathy).
Your ever so lackadaisical gestures
(camouflaging
the
vim
with which you continuously
oppress us.)
Your forever lactescent mouth,
and penis,
(constantly dripping
upon
us,
neither nourishing,
nor
impregnating –
a flood of infertility in
an ever expanding void,
a mere show of useless
virility in an impotent world,
where only
charlatans, and murderers,
frolic
and
procreate.)
Your sententious speeches
(filling
our ears,
to the drums,
with prolix pieces of degenerate
wisdom -
amoral at best, when one
reads between the lines).
Your flaring nostrils and
stertorous rage,
(announcing the coming of
the
venom-spitting lion
to replace the old
fire-spitting dragon -
after all, we have always had our own rather peculiar ways).
Your cantankerous fulminations
against
our otiose,
if not
dormant,
if not long dead and
buried
sense of
patriotism
(as if we ever really had it,
the whole of
it, that is,
sir,
the whole of it).
Your progressively sallowing
complexion,
and selfless sedulous
neglection
of your health,
(at our not
so fortunate expense).
Your timidity.
Your temerity.
Your personal need.
Your personal greed.
(All of which underlie
each and every of your
well-thought-out
actions.)
Your self-created dilemmas, and
trilemmas.
Your Catch-22s, and MIG-29s.
Your unambitious nuclear
program, (and missile delivery system.)
Your corrupt inefficient army, (and
sectarian politics.)
Your balance of internal power,
(and your own personal calculations.)
Your inadequate infrastructure,
(and collapsing economy.)
Your pride and joy, (and your agony
and shame.)
Your failures turned successes
(through stentorian pronouncements
and assertions.)
Your refuge
(legal,
physical,
psychological,
moral.)
And subterfuge, (rather large and
expanding.)
Your refuse, sir, your very
refuse.
(and insouciance, if not downright
carelessness.)
Your everything.
And your nothing.
Your existence, subsistence,
insistence.
Your mere name.
Name, sir.
Name.
All…
all these things, sir,
make me
so totally insensate
and oblivious as to
everything
around me,
within me,
outside of
me.
But the in-
digenous,
in-
sidious,
male-
volent,
and
sur rep
ti tious
CrIcK-CrAcKiNg
of the last
WALLS
pro tec ting
the last
relics of
my long,
too l o n g,
vanished…
humanity.
Can you understand the meaning of
all this, sir?
Can you ever, ever,
understand?
May 1999