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Sunday, January 15, 2017

The 7 Days of CryAction 5: 481-536

Not so Adam’s damned
and blasphemous sons.
We change the contracts
and keep occupying
the natives’ inheritance
and building brothels
and wrecking countries
by force and fright.
Cetaceans acknowledged
[490] their natural lots
(and dishes): the deep sea
isle-less beyond inhabited
lands, lacking any
form of terra firma
coasts or canyons,
in unreachable ranches
where no ship should
peep at new peoples
and gain novel glory.
[500] There, no reports
will escort the ship
of human madness.
That very liquid limbo
welcomes Moby Dick
as whalers witnessed,
no island or town there
was destroyed by his
stupendous strength;
there all leviathans
[510] as in a cute quarter
or one’s home town
settle submitting to
Deus and disposition.
Some species expatriate
in self-imposed exile
to go to queer countries;
they start in thousands—
soldiers who at the signal
cross the encampment
[520] following the shofar
in sensible season
awakened by ancient
Nature’s norms and
hasten northwards.
Imagine them dashing
Propontis to Pontus:
Who is their leader?
What king commands?
What browser brings
[530] the iron orders
or pilgrimage plans?
Sanatana Dharma entails
both trifle and Totum,
which herrings don’t err
in obeying while obdurate
Man fights foolishly.

(to be continued on Jan. 22)