Wherein We Prepare for Another Apocalypse
O for God’s sake, what have I to do
with congresses or congresses with me –
for my house, if it’s all the same to you,
we’ll take our books, and perhaps our pets, and flee
to the hills before the parties all agree
it’s better to clean the rolls and start anew.
I fear those who hope, on bended knee,
to reap an Eden sopped with morning dew.
Call it, year zero for the happy few:
against this dream how can we hold a plea –
the merely human’s worth less than a flea
when utopia calls; and let’s admit we knew
all along that there could be no place
in that nice world for such a fragile race.
with congresses or congresses with me –
for my house, if it’s all the same to you,
we’ll take our books, and perhaps our pets, and flee
to the hills before the parties all agree
it’s better to clean the rolls and start anew.
I fear those who hope, on bended knee,
to reap an Eden sopped with morning dew.
Call it, year zero for the happy few:
against this dream how can we hold a plea –
the merely human’s worth less than a flea
when utopia calls; and let’s admit we knew
all along that there could be no place
in that nice world for such a fragile race.
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