They
sailed out centuries ago to tame the godless savages
and
teach them how to die by gunfire instead of spears
like
proper Christian gentlemen.
They brought cages made of
plague.
They brought cages made of bullets.
They
brought cages made of words,
dead words, dead men's
words.
And now the world is Civilized,
with proper
Civilized chainsaws and drones
and proper Civilized
doomsday weapons,
and the rainforests and our sexuality
are Civilized
and dead.
And now we are all
Civilized,
with hearts unable to feel
and eyes unable
to see
and loins girded with chastity belts made of
shame
and minds girded with chastity belts made of
Hollywood.
With Instagram souls and Botox
chakras
and clumsy crayon drawings of sex on
Pornhub
and affordable streaming video services
that
show your face getting stomped on
by any boot of your
choosing.
With vision obscured by the words
of
parent and preacher and teacher and news man
whose best
guesses were only ever as good
as a newborn infant with
psychosis and amnesia.
Do not stay here.
Do not stay in this cage.
Let your beasts uncivilize you.
Let your beasts summon great change.
Let your beasts release Pan.
Let your wolves howl asunder
the lies of civilization
and the slander you've been fed
about your own nature.
Let your raptors rip through
the scales of doctrine and decency
that have been placed
on your eyes by the civilizers.
Let your leviathans
shape your deep waters
with their song.
Let your
cicadas buzz your sex up your spine
and carry the refuse
of civilization out your mouth
in a geyser of white light
humility.
We are too big for cages.
We are stampedes in skin suits.
We are hurricanes with pants.
We are volcanos with vibrators.
We are a disaster waiting to happen.
A
glorious,
unauthorized,
uncivilized,
uncivilizing
disaster.
Prepare your beasts, beloved.
These bastards have no idea what's coming.