Evan Hawthorn's Blog

Evan Hawthorn's Blog
(visual aid by Christian Schloe)

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

the day democracy died; (a ghost story about tomorrow)





it appears the new
Ecuadorean fold
in preening profit's
bleak clique
of bent right wings

is about to thrust
Julian Assange
into the
snarling maws
of the hardened
unpardoned criminals

who hate him the most

with that nail spitting spite
and exceptionally
venomous vengeance

reserved for those
dastardly daredevils
who would honestly illustrate

the humanity-averse,
transparency-inversed,
karma-cursed,
lavishly reimbursed

soulless and
poleless
minions of Empire

as they actually are.

*

in the fleeting
heartbeat
before patriotism's

salivating
vultures
descend,

i thought i'd endeavour
to remind
those

distracted and
frazzled
netted receptors
around me

of the
misguided and
derided,

shockingly unprofitable
willingness

to cast
all he's got
in the pride-stoned
hero-strewn path

of the flings and arrows
of "freedom protecting"
projecting grenades,

and that outrageous
courageous
commitment

to a meaningful
and informed
Democracy

that singles him out
as unAmerican;

a useful tool
of foreign
evilbe'ers
and designated "thems";

and glaringly
deserving
of that righteously
indignant,
raucously conforming,

fanatical clamour
for launching
his lynching

so certain to ensue.

*

once upon
a sleeping time
in a "good guy"
branded,
quadrennial groove
of binary
behooved
"feel good" America

a curious outfit
devoted to
uncovering
disobedient truths

about
eternally corruptible
evasive invasive
purveyors of
unaccountable power

lurked in a
virtual vacuum

amoungst a
forest of forbidden
weeded
and creeded,
ceded
unheeded
apple trees.

and these
flagrantly
unembedded,
unauthorized
sneaks,

those pinko-streaked
finks,
icky links
and wicked leaks

brought to light
Chelsea Manning's
unequivocal evidence

of a rather
run of the mill
brutal batch
of American war crimes,

with the aftershocks
timed as usual
to take out
the rescue workers

(leading of course
to Chelsea's downfall
amidst a careful
forward looking
overlooking
of "the past".)

they also published,
with the aid of the
mainlining
cash staking
ring
of dictation takers
who hate them,

tens of thousands
of diplomatic cables,

exposing the daily
anti-democratic intrigues
of U.S. imperialism
and its boasted host
of opportunistic cronies

in the Cynical Consensus
of Incorporated Parasites,
Endorsed Personalities,
and Enforcing Sourcerers
of Coercion

(which its
bobbing
bubble headed
brigades
prefer to call
"community".)

for this
unprecedented
and egregious
example

of openly
practiced journalism
in a country
that was certain

it had
already cut off
all its
functioning
journalists' air,

Julian the
Serpent Traitor,
armed with his
Promethean
proclivities

and that Achilles'
conscience
afflicting him
with conviction

was naturally enough
relentlessly persecuted
by the Obama
administration

which convened
a secret grand jury
to issue forthwith
a warrant
for "espionage"

(the first word in treason,
as all right-thinking
people know,

defined as
informing
the We-the-People enemy
of what "their"
government,

those surfeit scumming
conscience mumming
acolytes
of incessant stealth

who steadfastly
refuse
to represent their
wishes

are
actually doing.)

*

now i'll grant you
the Buffoon of Oz
is an embarrassment
of distraction;

the puffed up
polyp punchline,
tax on
lax inheritance,
and poster child
for Wee Willy Syndrome

excreted
by Hollywood's
jarringly bizarre
brawling star
factory;

a cancerous cataract
on a camel-pimping
pumpkin headed
trumpeting strumpet,

occluding
the righted side
of history's
unrepentant blindness;

a joke that falls
obtusely
off swollen deaf ears

stuffed
and cuffed
with the founding
pirate patriarchs'
pandered delusions

and squint-eyed
Lady Liberty's
self-satisfied,
religiously
ridiculous profusions.

but in fact
he's only
particularly
noxious weapon

in a coup against freedom

that's speedily consuming
the bitter,
depleted ends

of a heartsick
and stone-bled,

manifestly
pested,

gravely
congested

disenchanted earth.

* ***** * ******* ******* ***** *
Evan Hawthorn, the ides of May2018



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