Emanations
Hilarious mendacities are a god’s
false sinews of immortality
Condensed concentrations—love
is here for you if you grasp it
Gramps spoke with his fists because
the mean Passaic streets so “learned him”
In a party run by sociopaths and opportunists—
you’ll be a pawn, a sad sack member of our team
Only the leader is ever complete and you, the
loyalist pure of heart, are alone without deceit
When he delights brash horses and young
children, your charismatic leader is a god
Sometimes our people won’t respond
without money— the sinew of his power,
the meat of the nut—ulcerated
skin hidden beneath thin tissue
It’s significant but is it true?
We cling to the fitful fantastic
In the blistering process of renewals and
regeneration all our empires must fall
Caesar knows the mob is gullible—
giant brutes or malevolent children
are made great in the excess of his power
Even the trees, he thought, applaud me
We are ruled by a mob and remain
manipulated by political hacks
Caesar didn’t seem obsessed when after
he successfully hid his obsessions
Power is realized only in action—
If it erupts it’s there
All power redounds in a lonely
sacred fickle shroud of immortality
A gull that man, a sucker—
his stern, irrational prejudices grate
Espionage and sabotage are
the weapons of his weakness
The emanation of starlight and
heat is the essential fuse of all power
Human nature invokes inequality
and as I get older I heartily plead
for that which makes it, dissipates
it, emanates it like the solarizing
of the human, the humanization of
the sun where all of our lives emanate
-March 7, 2020-