once upon a time (I am told)
the stiff-jawed aryans
raged devastatingly
down from the north
slashing the soft bellies of
the green goddesses
with their iron swords,
crushing the silk villages
with their chariots,
spewing anger with
pitiless words
serving
stormy gods.
again, they are conquering the
world, with piercing
self-interest and the blunt
righteousness of
capitalism.
it really doesn't care if you,
survive or not. it can't
hear your moaning child.
isn't married to civilization
one way or
another.
ruled by hungry forces as
invisible as ghosts, always
starving
it consumes & destroys.
consumes & destroys.
remembering nothing.
if you want to succeed/to survive––
pretend to be blind to
what they do.
hide in your heart...
they'll never look for you
there.