GODDARD HIGH
Sitting
in a tree—
following Time's puckish arrow leaving a faint vapor trail behind,
a boy's future, faced from above.
When
archetypes are traced as phrenology threat
cloudslook like hypoxic veins blue as an angel's eyes with
only a bottomless sky defaced with the keloid "failiors" reflecting
of the murders we carry inside.
Here
we are put to the test. Each weapon is a triumph of perverted
education,
another nervous Nell ascending
to illusions of defense, "dreaming the myth along" as
it passes the point of no return, sustaining the look of
normalcy, nurturing while killing,
a god strides across this world on his way back to the stars.
Lathed in secrecy inner institutions fume,
immolated corpses of misbegotten lives aspiring to ashes,
twisting sheaves of constituencies radicals cluster in fetal
balls of deracinated smiles, stemming from old
adherences, slither down coil around.
