Subterranean Divisions

Subterranean Divisions

Divide me like a bullet splintering in bone

Shards of metal power vomit festering divisive

Tell me how white I am, war with a class, race, a sect

Of this Earth, staring at an ant hill on God’s lawn

Waiting for kerosene, squabbling for splinters

The terminates and the arthropods are at war

Below the garage of intake and mistakes

Tunnels of blunders burning Indian summers

Of death camp Chinese and Jews spitting the dust of their daughters

Out their lips as if taste has anything to do with it

These laws, these rules, these fucking geriatric excuses

To cling to fear-creamed donut excuses

Of self-definition of politics of gray overalls

Walls torn down and soon racism will be as dead in the book

Of overused tools as homosexual persecution

2011 a teenage decade in a twenty-first century parade

Boarding and one day we will say, why the fuck did it even need to be said?

Humans polluting our own little speck of this dust on this flower

The dirt in this mound, bigger so much bigger out there

These quibbles and civil warfare over severing my shivers

Into defining my phylum and class and rank and file

We are all in one murder, just crows breaking the death beds

Black feathered innocence change in the flight

To see this sky open, yet we peck and we peck at all these dead trinkets

Carrion baubles of misgivings, maggot birthing pods for a despicable tilling

Soil down and buried, crawl out and ascend into the thought that the only

Eden we ever lost was the one we ignore in the eyes and the hands

All around us, our choice to imitate worm food and a cow’s piss puddle