The chicken coop unmanned, adrift at sea
Rolls aimlessly upon hormonal swells.
Her crew, well-versed in gynecology
Repaint in pink dull feminism’s hells.
Such lunacy as ovulates their womb
impels them now to celebrate our doom.
First freed from God, then finally, from men,
The silly sailors, decked like women’s parts
Scold gender’s greater half, like hens, and then
Cluck on, devoid of biologic arts;
Useless fowl, squawking fit to neuter us
Who dare exist without a uterus.
Sheba’s ghost, lamenting, wails for Yemen:
Her incense trees are lacerated, scarred.
Sapped for their fragrance, drained of life and marred
Their smoking blood offered up to heaven.
No sinuous rills flow forth to bless the dead;
Beneath her ruined dam no gardens grow;
And Bedouins only sing of what they know
In wastelands of the nomad past. It’s said
That all those spices, all that golden smoke
and irrigated dreams beneath the sand
were just a subtle Solomonic joke.
The yearly weight of gold, the camel-trains,
Are cryptic numbers—chanted in refrains
That only Marib’s phantoms understand.
Frumptart meets Trumptard: it’s bliss forever!
Rainbow twins make pink Indian Summer
Poke your hontas, indigenous lover,
Till Twitter-dumb gets Twittering-dumber.
Having had my fill of a noxious brew
(Militant Marxist Genderqueer free verse),
My soul now seeks a less venomous view:
Write more poetry! Dispel this global curse.
A rousing hymn to techno-spring.
Please kneel for social distancing.
(Consider what you’re worshiping.)
New strains infect the melody:
A chord of biochemistry
Invading imperceptibly . . .
No longer dim or vague, but viral
Airborne fears begin to spiral.
Breath: a pulmonary trial.
Parties perish. Nations sigh.
Decrees are ordered from on high
Intending to demystify.
Our faces pushed to lifeless screens
Seeking solace from machines,
Placing faith in new vaccines . . .
Breaking news appears satanic:
Lemmings, in Pavlovian panic
Render rulers megalomanic.
City-dwellers bought the farm;
Chinese numbers quell alarm,
Mother Nature to disarm.
Bureaucrats drone on. World health:
A strategy of Marxist stealth
To siphon off our nation’s wealth.
Consolidating more control,
A cashless one-world rule their goal.
Read your Bible. Guard your soul.
