These are the Words

by the 8th part of the soul of TC that went to hell a few years ago and let Rhombus in from time to time.

What is there to say that has not been said?

This darkness we summon now

This closing of the lid of the divine Eye of Providence

This curse we invoke upon ourselves

A less perfect union

Divided, Completely Divisible, Two Nations

Unsustainable

This land has shattered the unsolited bargain it has made with itself

The Arc of Justice has had its back broken

And the fanfare for the common man is played with a kazoo

As Washington Burns

And will keep smoldering in the hell we all now dwell in

For is not hell or heaven the people you are with?

And are not so many responsible?

The fingers to point

And the harbingers all cacophanying against themselves

We few

We happy few

Who have an exit plan

To nowhere

For this tiny space ship earth

Is now piloted by the cast of Jackass

And has been for some time

But the arrogant and the ignorant guffaw and believe themselves enlightened

Even now they believe they are effective

Against the Long Bow

They bring a Spork to a Nuke Fight

Can this Miasma be turned?

Oh yes

Oh heavens yes

But it will not be with your refridgerator magnet philosophy horatio

It will be the herald of a new dawn

Not the Armstrong Spacesuit ripped in the vacuum of space

Full of holes and blasphemies

It shall be the temple of the kindest storm

It shall be in the eye of the hurricane

It shall be in the thralls of the voice of the City of Books

It shall be heard in the canyons great and small

These broken cities of ours shall rise up

When the new herald arrives

And on that day

Shall you know joy

But that day is not this day

For on this day

All men

All women

All races

All creeds

All nationalities

All of humanity

Should bow their heads in shame

May the stars heap the scorn upon us that we so richly deserve.

For we have failed.