Obscurantism

What secrets lie deeper

Than sleeping abysses

Than tombs of Ulysses

Or fixed moon-eclipses

Of frequencies seeping

Like squeaky transmissions

Then frequently keeping

Timeless prejudices

Like credence’s ignorance

Bliss crucifixes

And Uighur believerless

Prison submissions

Than reaping,

Heat-seeking,

Drone missiles

Peace-weeping

Crone mothers

Of martyrs

Whose weakness is meek

Wikileak

Double-speak

Delete button deceit

Pressing prescient unrest

From the jaws of the defeat

In its seething,

Bereaving

Surfeit of aggrieving

The victims

Of systems

Resistant to change

Still insisting the rest

Of the chess-pieces

Play

In its zero-sum,

Urban slum,

Loaded gun

Game

Disengage

Them from business of war

For monopoly,

Peremptory

Is its claim

To displaced, defaced property

Sold to the grave

To the slave master’s tract

Of false facts

And half-truths

Like removal axe

Chopping down

Forbidden fruits

As in rueful despair

Helplessness

I prepare

For the end of a world

No incentive to care

That I still seem to bare

Upon shoulders

A flare

With the sun-burning heights

Pushing boulders

Up there

To upon the landholders

Below

Let it go

To at least

Level fields

And let stakeholders know

I have something to show

For this perilous,

Pitiless

Peregrination

A fool’s errand,

Grandeur trip

Globalization