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THE HORROR MEN

With apologies to T. S. Eliot

 

By Joel Sattler

 

Mistah Kurtz - he said:

 

“The horror! The horror!”

 

 

I

 

We are the horror men

We are the oil men.

Scheming together

Codpiece filled with sawdust. Nasty!

Our dead voices, when

We lisp together

Are spite and mean

As wind from our ass

Or rats’ feet over Wall Street

Buyer or seller.

 

Hate without form, shit without color,

Paralysed in fear, gesture without obscenity;

 

They who have crossed

With abject eyes, straight to Hell

Remember the U.S. - if at all - not as lost

Terrorized souls, but just

As the horror men

The oil men.

 

II

 

Lies I dare not say in dreams

In heaven or even hell

These do not make:

 

There, the lies are

The only thing that holds us up

There, a hanged man swinging

And falsehoods are

In the ether singing

More untrue and more serious

Than an superstar.

 

Let me be no schnorrer

In this fantasyland

Let me also don

Such silly costumes

Robin Hood, The Crow, X-Man

In a grid

Behaving as the virus behaves

No clearer-

 

Not that final freezing

In the dimlit computer screen

 

III

 

This is the ruined land

This is burnt land

Here the monoliths

Are  set up, here they get

The blessing of the dead Pope

Under the last glint of the last star.

 

Is this

Hell?

Waking up

In the gutter when we should

Be fricking

Lips that should suck

Babble stoned

 

IV

 

The ice is not here yet

There is no ice here

In the valley of the shadow

In the glacial valley

This asses’ jaw of the kingdom of the damned.

 

In this last of parties

We grope each other

And avert speech

Lying on the beach of the greasy river

 

Blinded, unless

The eyes see again

As the superstar

Rose in pieces

Of purgatory

The hope solely

Of gutless men.

 

V

 

Here we go round the dark shadow

Dark shadow dark shadow

The dark shadow of the blackened soul

At three o’clock in the morning

 

Between the theory

And the believers

Between the faith

And the fact

Falls the blasphemy

 

For Thine is the Kikedom

 

Between the contraception

And the impregnation

Between the fellatio 

And the 69

Falls the blasphemy

 

Life is but a song

                             

Between the lust

And the orgasm

Between the erection

And the tumescence

Between the excretion

And the mess

Falls the blasphemy

 

For Thine is the Kikedom

 

For whine is

Lying is

For crime is the

 

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but in filth.

 

 

 

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