WHY DON’T YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU KNOW?

A shrieking voice,

savage-looking thugs,

clubs poised for breaking of heads.

“At sunrise,

by the law of eminent domain,

the state now owns your house.”

Blowhard rich fools build rails,

pipes and culverts to carry oil

from here to there and everywhere.

The underground is never the same.

We dance on busted tectonic plates,

breathe through masks,

and get drunk on bottled water.

(leprosy, ebola, and polio returns,

cancer wards are full to the brim.)

Greed asphyxiates oceans and rivers.

A key to the truth must be forged

before teeth fall out and kids can’t play

potsie on pock-marked barren landscapes.

Unicorns return and wonder where

everyone has gone.

Propaganda makes pus taste like whip cream.

The bigger the lie, the better it works,

as Goebblels learned in ’33.

The ghosts of robber barons smile,

and look forward to the arrival of the Koch brothers.