Athenian law

And to that place where the sharp Athenian law cannot touch us

Watching our lion manes starve, savage, naked to the flame, too many egg shells rushing to the pavement;

Shouting epiphanies at Soviet Canaan’s burka out of the living wood, under the knife and beneath the wheel.

Disappearing to Oregon, Ohio, Colorado, California, Texas and to Holy Union, drinking and watching our soul’s truest airplanes drop their bombs, and land, fire.

Oh imagine, our, we, us dropping our seraphim torpedoes on the Industrial Complex that we took off from.

Perfect juxtaposition of the bombs and peace and freedom.

Cool eyed, steady voices
GO!
DROP!
Away from our minds eye!

Crashing, lack of fuel, into that place where the sharp Athenian law cannot touch us.


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