Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Tug Dumbly - The Cowering Plain


Worship her regime
the brutal cream
of her complexion, precision
of her construction.

Lies fall
as new-minted truths
from her lips
her tongue and hips
sway hardened sceptics
to her cause
she slides through the world’s bed
she kicks in doors.

Lackeys do her bidding
at the bat of an eye
lapdogs snap her utterances
like flies.

She tolerates no opposition
but crushes
and airbrushes dissidents
from the picture.

She excites the pretty
tortures the ugly   
cowers the plain.

Her images dispraise
from a billion screens
and magazines
her funerals are the front page
her corpse catwalks
your dreams

kneading madness
softening murder
seducing maggot
blind obeisance   

She lives embalmed
an embodied state
her subjects venerate
as they slave to sate
her appetite for adoration.

She scorns all borders and treaties
but holds the world encompassed
in the prison of her symmetry.

She is blessed, she is kissed
she is Beauty, she is a fascist.

 




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