the order, that we established earlier
has decayed, has collapsed;
(I'm sure this is what always happens)
it was made of many singular concrete bulwarks
that have cracked,
and have split.
So what shall we do?
Shall we fill in the cracks
with sweet, minty smelling toothpaste?
shall we make especially sure
that our teeth gleam argent purity
as the world ends?
Or our world rather,
not the whole world--
never the whole world.
clap away, until your palms bleed
and stain Jesus' feet.
And so we shall stain him,
we shall smother him in tattooing,
the bastard, or rather the son of a whore
who snuffs out desire for more.