Apocalypse Incorporated Poem by B. Sven Telander

Apocalypse Incorporated



Rhapsodic practitioners of
esoteric optics, ringmasters
of the retinal circus-

fend off
the human scalpel
from idiot throats
and the rotting womb
of mind-

while baboons of reason
in a thought jungle
succumb to a nexus
of vague eyes
in the trance
of the damned-

sojourners in the abyss
caressed by Shiva's whisper
lap at venom
never dreaming
such a kaleidoscopic spray
could rise from so
black a spring.

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