CATATONIA

 

 

Messenger, mad!

The mountain of catatonia

Poly rhythmic , is moved

Dipping into the blood of others

The speaking mountain

Under the mountain of speech

Of the climbing catatonia of the tech-age

Governance of the minds.

The flood that subsumes event

Shredding id into the machine

Throwing somebody at a mirror of steel

Power lashing him to the yoke

And the whispering waves of sound.

Crocodiles feed him

With a tongue -less age

Assange, speech bound! Messengers  without a message!

For opening a furrow in the dam of secret crimes

Tutoring  machines that run on spurious dreams

Totalitarian taboos walk the streets emptied of real time

The virus is for everyone! Police! Medicine!

Faith in the nation! Official secrets!

Sanctity of the state! Dog’s life to the people!

The churning waters imagining mud

The slogan machine

Microcosm of cut-throat hate

Mad is the State that raves at truth

And the mask cannot hide

The skeleton that has replaced what was a face.