"The 'Enemy'"
I
Really, opposition does not exist.
Adversaries contracy with us to move
us further along in our unfolding,
adn we have likewise bonded, reciprocal
agreements to annoy, hassle, bother
and otherwise entertain the others
who pain us so, from whom our suffering
increases, our fear extrapolates, rage
clouding clear judgment in a grey eclipse.
An emotional fog settles into
our sorest hearts, waiting for a wisdom
to dislodge the hardening cancerous
growth before it metastasizes throughout.
Why a body politic of humans,
individual collections of cells
each one a cell unto themselves together
striving, struggling, fighting, clawing, dying--
distracted by survival needs intesne.
We've forgotten the reason we are here:
to revel in a corporeal turn
and negotiate a sexual corpus
amidst this merriest menagerie.
These self-same tissues, completing organs
assembling systems, cohering wholesome
remember the ancestray in glad play
with other carnal and coherent wholes.
II
I wish to revisit ten thousand years
ago, to the original Addict--
that primal Jeckla/Ms. Hyde who foisted
upon us her vision diabolique
that everyday janes and joes pay in work
in reckless obeisance to serpentine
royalty, a thuggery in purple
robes resplendent with laborers' blood, sweat
that constructed a toilet of Babel
where the elite's drunken shitbrains can rest
easy upon pancreal daises,
sip from grunted spinal fluids, eat
hearts exhausted long days sleepless nights.
Slavery or crime? Not much of a choice
to simple folks wishing for love in life,
to frolic in a tantalus-eden
where las agricolas fascistas bar
the way out of the gate, bleating thurd'rous
about moral obligations to "progress"
as if having the technology luxe
to decimate our poluation, fix
a goodly amount into eternal
servitude, that a small number
indeed can assume our human birthright
and pretend with our blindest consent
that only they earned the right to be gods.
III
Who was that most well-meanign gluten slut?
SHe hard longed for natural abundance
to consistently provide the substance
that sosoothed her sensitive nerves, enthralled
her nascent interior cyst, precancer
uncaught before the later irruption.
Perhaps she partook of more fermented
pleasures as well, and participated
in altered states brought through fundal
promiscuity in the earth passim?
For our dire story, all she need have wrong
to spark the essential character change
is the sweet and refined powder agents.
The sugar and the flour, milk and honey
these may not stir a Hyde-some altering
in Adam, but our own Evaddicta
holds that genetic code, its unfortunate
demands for the tortuous middle way.
She carried a misplaced guanine perhaps
that doomed so many of us to soul-hole
awareness, to desire desperate salves for
wounds torn by isolate-cuddle parent
unconscience permeating generations
through cultural corridor cellular
memories holding empty vacuoles
emblematic of our abyss symptoms.
IV
Before the dawn of glazed-donut eyes, she
saw the permissive beauty of Gaian
creation. She may have a been creating
from holy visions herself, implanted
in her by Mother-Father of us all.
All great plans for, but the conduit
to her Goddess-God, the aliment snake
coiled for miles within her, became stopped up
with glutinous mayhem. The allergy
overtook her reason and before long,
Even never could get enough, of what she
need have none in the first place. Got off track
and thus abandoned her most sacred self.
We know how this part of the story goes.
Everywhere before had been plenty.
Now to her besotted eyse, she saw lack.
She saw others muscling in on her fair
share (which was everything granary, sweet,
millable into elegant powder
forms, could assemble cute cakes and pies)
to keep her hole's newest wounds from aching
after the earlier connections, simpler
ways, and she connived a new structure, where
she could have the control of the food stuffs.
Though we may not wish to own up to it,
yes: Ultimately, Eve was one of us.
V
Alone she could not accomplish her need
to keep the supply chain's constant assent.
She got the help she soughtfrom other slaves
to other substances, she talked up lords,
set vicious contests where necessary
and lapped up the food with potent power,
voracious serpents within settling not
for simple control, there was always more
territory, more sugar, dominion--
newer fixes to dirstract and enthrall!
Our pioneering Eve, cast us all forwards
an ever-expansive empire--Sumer,
Babylon, Rome, Spain, Holland, England,
Taxalaskafornia and onward!
If we survive the Dauphin du Crawford
years, China, India, Brazil. Then what?
This behemoth can not sustain itself.
Big Brother demands self-selection. Did
we not comprehend this? Can we learn now
this brutal lesson before the heat-death
overtakes the planet, rendering life
forms chitonous our earthly successors?
Only roaches, ants and beetles to eke
out a brand new reality on earth
unsuitable for hard-hearted soft-skinned
animals? Will the warm-bloods vanish then?
*****
That's it for now. More to come. To be revised, most probably.
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