vision – poems 2 die for

STRANGELOVE

from the moment
Christopher set eyes
upon the New World
he was plagued.
by double vision

a world not
the world he had remembered
not the world he had anticpated
it shifted
in and out of recognition

something so exceptional
about this place

whispering voice of
the Great Spirit, invincible towers,
swathes of wheat

light and darkness, darkness
inside the
light

suddenly Europe a land forgotten
the tired and huddled masses

Christopher scanning
the Eastern horizon

wondering,
stocks and shares
permitting

how many leagues their
ships lag behind

I stumble
into the temple
past
the guards
and moneylenders
who appear
not to notice

my, how fruitful and prosperous
— a billion, trillion times fold

since
the time of Jesus

and there
in the inner sanctum
I behold a trinity
Pennywise, Baron
Harkonnen
and the hydra-
headed great
of Merkava

brooding on something
hatching their joint scheme

lucky, in fact,
our blessed fortune,
that all this
amounts to
all this
be tantamount to
is a
meaningless dream.

ABOUT

so South is heading North
turning
things
around

the globe
in your bedroom
best turn it
upside down

South on
the Equator

giving its all
all that it takes

dreaming
a new vision

no more
Northern mistakes

so
South
heading North

simple
replacement;
this what it about