Saturday, December 19, 2015

To My Friends, Season’s Greetings. To My Enemies....

                                        Eggnog spiked with marine spar varnish,
                                        Jackhammer soup with barbed wire garnish,
                                        Bowls of depleted uranium candy
                                        And mildewed wallboard from superstorm Sandy.
                                        Every smokestack belches forth
                                        The blighted curse of the dying north
                                        And the haunted scream of the melting glacier
                                         —Wracked by pain beyond all measure—
                                        Summons ISIS’s violent crew
                                        To mutilate and torture you              
                                        And veil your wife and cut off your head
                                        And make jihad in your marriage bed.