Brute Rebirth

Greek fire fountains

over the vine twines,

scatter the scalar

and vector the scalers.

I Cluniac 

reformate 

and 

formation

do grab 

the sheaves of stars,

hung on party lines,

bundled in fasci,

paled of settlement,

lockstep lost

and prove their points

through your pierced side

on nights of broken glass.

In contrapasto 

and Franco Falang

we

red and blacked 

the wine soaked 

hills at the foot 

of elephant trailed

peaks.

Our night does

strain to the strength

and breaking cubist

filaments,

in monochromed manger

from the wings 

of proud condor legion 

do 17 E-1 into 

sleepy market days.

What fire and catastrophe

do threaten the ship of state

stove in 

bicameral division?

Under the eye

of the arch autarch

who urges action,

in acrolith image 

we point to the sky

and in the name

of the general will,

stoke the boilers

with bones 

exacted from 

the atomized,

one by one

in total embrace.