Omega, The Patriotic Farmer
OMEGA
it was desperation
& the sulfuric longing for those white
granite shores
the amber smell
of summer tanned wheat
wet with morning
the mountains roved with goats
& wind
the woody stalks
of pungent oregano sprinkling
rocks with deep star
kissed feral green
the empty
pit of years filled by a voice
talking of all those little
daily domestic items which
soothe the wild improbabilities
life bludgeons our dull
logical existence
her presence
weaving light through the
silent shadow dappled
halls
& the living
tree posted bed calling
him ever home
an exhausted
sea battered beggar whose bloody
dreams burned faces
yowling night eyed awake
the names of all the spear
reamed dead
inky shadows
murlmurling their lives
& memories
& the now eternally
longed for pleasure of autumn
rich air teasing
senses with damp brown
leaves & silent loam
& the expectant
rooms waiting with curled
sunlight angling through
the open welcome of unshuttered
windows
filled with dinner's
roasted pungency
the insidious
intent of their only death
realized question
to what purpose did
war excise their warm
blooded desires into dank
worm churled holes
where was the glory in the slick
hungry maggot devouring
the sweet tenuous
muscle into the eternal
amnesiac pit history
offers to the small
duped apes called
men
& so desperation
mounted piling stiff
blood twisted rigamortic
countenances in rotting mounds
unvanquishable
heroes nailed to their
chariots & drug face
down over the rank
blood & sword spoiled
earth
the once marble
statued muscled youth
an armless cripple whose
open wet sores saturated air
& is it not a vile
fact state histories omit
the shattered broken
men with no more thought
than dropt glass swept
under a forgetful litany
of war & glory & hatred
& the sneered contempt
of leaders spouting damnable
monkey platitudes of how it was
all worth it
so their
psychotic greed could sate
the appetite of king
& land
& as the wall ever
remained
remote and pitiless
& as the leaders
counted their slave girls
& dreampt of gold
from out the suffering
a plan by those who no longer
cared if they continued or not
but only that there should be
an ending
& so they began
sculpting the wood
laying the keel to the equine
womb from out which would
foal the epic
& the dream of home
THE PATRIOTIC FARMER
"Listen
Life is war"
Mr Vickers sneers at the platoons
of corn planted in perfect
machine rows of attention
"& your roots can't be such
namby-pamby weaklings
you got to bayonet
the crabgrass right where it hurts
you got to ImMOlate"
Mr Vickers pauses to histrionically
puff at his General McArthur
Memorial Corn Cob Bowl
"the dandelions
dam yellow commies
you got to slit their sappy throats
twist those sneering rootballs
right down to the Dagwood"
Mr Vickers scrapes his General
George Patton Spurs across
the severed upturned face
of a fallen foe
"Creeping Jenny should've been
strangled at birth
& I will personally napalm
anybody I catch patronizing
the chicory
next thing you're stripped
down to the pitchfork
head over heels in Milkweed"
Mr Vickers snaps each
General "War-Is-Hell-So-Let's-Make-It-Worse"
Sherman Suspender
"You gotta be strong
ready to take your genetic
alterations to the enemy
Kill the Grasshoppers
the greedy sap bastards
spend the entire night
mocking Ethan Allen
with their chittering legs
Kill the Monarchs
the Cicadas
the Caterpillars
Rabbits
& God dam cross-eyed
gook Squirrels"
Mr Vickers shakes his suety
fist in front of his amassed
ranks splattering gooey saliva
then forefingers his General
Omar Bradley glasses
up the bridge
of his pinched Dwight
D Eisenhower nose
& so it continues
down each seasonal year
whole cans of pesticide
emptied on a single ant
attacking the bees with
acetylene torches
chemicals streaking the soil
oily cockroach green
bullet riddled crows
eaten raw
squirrels interrogated
rabbits waterboarded
mice forced into unnatural
sexual positions
electrodes strapped to
Bambi's genitalia....
until one day a renegade
band of Ronald McDonald clowns
arrow McIndian corn
right up his
General Armstrong
McCuster
