pop goes the planet

The warriors in Washington,  and those  outposted in other capitals,
including the master mendaciter in London,  and the harpoon sharpies and  the horror cowboys in the colonies,
and the posterity posters in the milk and honey lands, filled with big reprisals,
digging it with fellow grovellers , and hallucinating on data fogged up by history.

At night  the fog frightens the dogs in their hearts.
Mystic and misty and mean spirited, much of it can be explained by biology.
Good teeth, biting like coyotes, just doing one's duty, playing one's part,
Keeping it clean with moral brushes, and emotionally detached touches of technology.


Almost saintly, unleashing the the sins of selflessness to save civilization.
Going to the outer limits of scientific madness
Inherited and hacked from 18th century reading room revelations.
Animating dismay and setting up self derivitives, getting a buzz but remaining bloodless.


The drums of this drama in the ears of the planet,
Just working up a sweat.