Villains

They called it, “Yes,”

Watching imbecilic children

Rise and fall, spewing

Every damnation ever let to

Ministers and Ministries,

Preaching to the iron bars

Of this crooked, travelling

Menagerie. Corner into corner

Sweeping dust from

Each and every corner,

Then cornered, left unnamed,

Unplaced, even worsted,

Understood.

Underestimate the praise,

The chorus of souls,

The trembling of the masses.

Underestimate the scorn,

The villainous flow.

No space left for symmetry

In the balance of things,

No space for want.

Frivolous constraints

Imposed and recomposed

And again, waiting,

Now the fall and the laughter

That precedes it

From the belly,

Esophagus littered with bile

Composition laying waste

To the water and air.

Remember what you saw,

Friend, the smile,

Contempt to every edge.

Smile, friend,

Remember the dead.