A ludicrous smile lights the lips of the capitalist Buddha,
same color as cheeks of cherry and bared blushing nipples
The smile of a blissful self-contented face knows nothing
as children disintegrate and species die from hunger’s lash
Humanity’s mirrored conception of Christ wraps lives
in a prophet’s fetching body bandeau—Buddha blue
Zion contents us into perpetuity with rapid leaps of smug
Here is where it begins and ends—in the desert’s escape
from vermillion water—who will evacuate the debt?
The balance revolves till the very last second before
global broil—it makes us raped to death—pendulum
wrinkles and grays, dominant species belatedly greens
Merriment sings out of volcanoes: EVERYTHING YOU
THROW UP ON ME WILL RICOCHET, SUCKERS
Clocks sing medleys of family songs, militant poets fight
amongst themselves to ascend; I bid you walk and never tire
