Fascists Watching Birds
Oh fiddian crake
brined in battered sunlight
weeping shorn wool
and skin reel flake
Oh fiddian crake
drake sighed and cresting
clatterbroom sky child
three heart strings make
Orphean crake
of cricksunder dawns
the pillow stuffing
beaked saphron forsake
Oh festering crake
in madram feathers
timbermawed songnail
hammered on the take
Oh fiddian crake
endangered mortician
carker ready boneduster
the last of you drowned, in the lake.
Fascists Raising Children
Sweet child of mine
pleather to my leather
product of my lather
my streng and rime
Sweet child of mine
slick rickshawed from mother
her vessel a-puepoured
her blood yours to dine
Sweet seed of mine
spent in my lip-piggy
Hormagaunting right
grow piquant vine
Churl child of mine
ball dropping ingrate
voxiferous spawn
smacked into line
Sweet child of mine
raise one ham fist high
do as I will you
slit pill-faces pink, grow up fine.
Fascists Planting Bulbs
Perfect Garden.
Where no green poppies
grow to umbra and
pollute eden.
Perfect Garden.
Fragrant pesticide
belifluous and
ordered and ridden.
Prunéd Garden.
White thumbed thresh machine
trimmed drooping strange fruit
from birch wooden.
Fickle Garden.
Potassium nit
rate, a free burning
to ugly roots.
Perfect Garden.
Rich and uniform
monochrome and tasp
with plenty of bone, to feed soil.
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