An Act of Poetry

[talktooloose]

An act of poetry has occurred this morning. This is still a draft, but I'm too lazy to wait.

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Purity Ball

Market tumbles in pandemic panic
Screaming streets of airbag warriors
Donning dollar-store masks
To plunge into the jungle

They dive deep into the humid crotch of the world
Zipped and sanitized
Laminated guide books and UltraViolet GPS
They seek a new Eden
A way back
A perfect location for the perfect franchise

The explorer has days of tedium to reflect on it all
How did we come to this?
Blame the ones who lay down with swine
On dusty farms, ravaged by agro biz
In huts in falling forests where static Seinfeld quips in Portuguese
In the desperate hygiene of the brokerage
In the circus swami tent of the mortgage men
In the bedroom drawers where vibrating Jesus waits his turn

On the seventh day
The valley opens at their feet
The falls cascading into eternity green
Tears fog their goggles
Their screams of exultation
Carry across the valley
Like so many pteradons

At the crumbling edge of catharsis
They search the index for meaning
They google truth off a satellite
They have a group hug
And heave in their spacesuits

Kurtz crying, "The purity! The purity!"