
POEM ANTI-CLOCKWISE


ON THE OTHER HAND
here’s a montage
of all things good
here,
on the other hand,
is a
montage
of evil
curious how
as the pictures flash
past
left and right
before you
you begin
to suspect
they might be the same
FOR THE GODS
“which to Angels look like torment and insanity”
― William Blake
Made in the divine image
(thus
fabricated)
but how come
we get
so demonic
allow ourselves this
most poisonous pleasure
succumb to the devil
in us
from
time to time
to most
apocalyptic
of times
all the time
(that
divine image getting
pretty mutated)
and then (stop me
and contest this) when
we think the divine
we get
so divisive
cannot tolerate difference
become uniquely genocidal
and so
here the question begging
to be asked (so
superb in
question-
begging)
which of all these
blood-soaked, blood-
spattered
images
is the one with true sanction
the one
from above?
All
from
below
equally above.


