Orwell – poems 2 die for

DRONE ON

drone on
drone on

meanwhile something
is screaming
from
Orwell’s grave

buzz buzz
something is
writhing
on Airstrip One
six feet under

terrible the agony
of a realized prediction
the text
meant as satire become
seer’s prediction

the text on this headstone
rewiring itself, mutating,
changing fast
as share prices

what was once
envisaged and
received
as far-
fetched dysopia
now
in clear
death spiral, cavorting
with extinction

the demise of the rationality
to see and believe

and you
with your
unique way
with words

insisting this is the way
sole species solution

to grasp that power
we gave to the heavens
we
ascribed to the cosmos

to rebuild everything in
singular
one
supreme image

droning on
droning on
(what left of
your intelligence
at best artificial)

inside
and ouside (both)

something is screaming
from George Orwell’s grave

woke up
in the middle
of the night
to watch Alan
Dershowitz
debate Glenn
Greenwald

over the absolute
necessity of surgical strike
bombing
the shit out
of Iran

which Dershowitz won
hands-down handsomely by
ultra cogent argument
and
persistent
interruption

and being
a Harvard Man

this being the University
that refused thirteen
students
their degrees

woke up
to watch
Alan
Dershowitz

in an alternate
universe where
they had removed
all the universities

Dershowitz
talking the same old
safe-talk
shibboleth

the clock
somehow gone wrong
gone
hopelessly
intertextual

telling me it is
no time
for peace
for lying secure
in bed
thinking
poetry

already
on the verge
of striking thirteen

DISGUISE

clock striking zero
clock striking thirteen

Ah, dystopia,
you are the master
and mistress
of disguise

the overlord of
pain
and scarcity

with glorious hypocrisy
you build your
dark concrete world
on such
stupendous lies

hiving us of to the
generous hallucination
that
feeds us every fiction
of unending supply