“Some say [a poet mused] the world would end
In fire; / Some say in ice.” Nice metaphors
For unconstrained desire, chill hate. Abhor
The infidel, lust for paradise! Wend
That twisted way where Hate and Love portend
Which path this fractious world—torn, pummeled, scored—
Will choose. Hate seasoned Love—feast for adored
Divinity—last supper, this world’s end!
Nah! Greed bests Love, Hate—malignant tumor
Whelming Phlegm, Bile, and Blood. Dread misgivings
Usher in the deadliest of humors.
The world’s end purchased—cost prohibitive—
By that new temper’ment (whispered rumor!)
Born of Shit—sire of daft derivatives.
(3/28/09)