fascism is a strangely
science-fiction
word––
a realm of monsters
who swear by war
& violence to
kindle masculine
rebirth
they fantasize about
wearing tight black
uniforms & carrying
ominous black
guns––
being faceless &
irresponsible
in a faceless
mass
they panic in
front of their televisions
they are provoked
to rage on their
comfortable couches
in their respectable
homes
they are blind
with anger
that they are
no longer
great––
that they feel
so
left behind––
the magic’s gone––
so they need a
god––
& their god has
descended to a podium
to yell & comfort
them––
to scream-out
words they dare not
say
as they chant back
loud
the heresies they
love
they’re fighting for a
United States of
Anarchy––
& if they are not
totally
victorious––
they’ll throw
a fit