Al-Qaria

From the vents of opened seams

of the system of volcanoes, like the zipper

of Gaia, the steam and rage of heated

discussion, the chatterer, rumours

of the abyss, of the end, as ash to ash

spills particles of aggression in the plume

of revenge, the once calm and complacent

now radicals free to unleash violence

against mechanisms of capital ideas

the domino effect of media opinion

rushes through optic cables of dreams

of enrichment, of pensions and retirement

in sun-lotioned paradise, the exothermic

knowledge boils the crowd into frenzy

Épater la bankers

as cause and effect in laval tide of resentment

builds into wave of hatred against the cold

and calculating accountants that march to

memories of occupation and the resistance

smashes through the recipes and tidbits

on celebrities, like the unpronounceable

peak of Earth's dilating pore, then hearings

across the board of sunken wires, are

disconnected from the events incited by

misfeasance incorporated in the body

of government by the stock market

so they like moths on a summer's night

flitting between sparks of fire, are pests

of the tongue, those darn lazy son of bitches

never done an honest day's work, shirk

their duty to rob an Alabama widow of her home

The slurry of enslobbened peoples, besmirches

the moment of material existence, of the purchase

of a new pod or new friend, to ask the chatter,

is to invite the devil to tea, to work up a maelstrom

from misdirected anger, orchestrated by noise,

Would Profit and Value, two angels and demons

take for once, lock-stock and barrel the whole blame

Would they in the set of neurons wired to greed

Appear in the skies as misshapen clouds an utterance

of disfigured charity bloated by the puritan deed.