Patripsychosis

He came for us out of the biotypes
Pituitary hero in his own time
Telling his six thousand year old story
Withering alternatives to fiction

He prizes power and straight lines
ID cards and Big Pharma -
Cares nothing for the paradoxical frog, goes on
Playing smackyface with mother nature

Till the white-coated biostitutes make utterance –
‘It cannot be proven that fish need water to live’, or
Crawl under TB blankets with the spinning gossip of nurses;
Woe betide the wobbegong, the boomslang reels in pain

Our latter-day sainted Zeus will make you all produce
Acres of abstract code to steer his missile algebra
Through stratospheres of ambivalence, never other than up
Staring at the day world through tomorrows techno-mask

All I ever wanted was a pangolin as compadré
But horny scales are no defence from star wars armoured
Death drills, rolling up has no effect on bulldozer will
- ask the forest, ask the seabed, ask the brindled voice in your head

Equids served his bow-strung lust, roaming the steppes in genocide
Like the umbrella mouthed gulper, like thalidomide rex
All mouth and teeth and trousers, arms like Francis Bacon
Sentencing you to instant coma, down comes the spider

To live on inside you, infanticidally
Owning your breakfast cerebellum
Owing him tokens of vellum – paid to be
King for the day on the day you die



Kh
24.10.06


IMAGE: Patriarchy Says: "Everything As It Is... " Via F.L.A.M.E.