Alpha and Omega
by Lily Greeley
I am Alpha and Omega, The first and the last, I am all, And you are none.
Vive la révolution, you’re overthrowing A royal France; Yet, you’ve gone and reigned a rain of terror, And that’s supposedly the birth of romance.
Heads will roll, round the town square Guillotine atoll, and thus in bloody cakes: The mummified rich taste—just a hair Of high society and the free air of Bastille... But therein lies a revolutionary, in that Antoinette baked— Abolitionist and a feminist, who daren’t execrate The human race; so they’ve left her decapitate
Vive la revolución, the newborn Cuban Communist infusion; But you’ve gone and fallen for idle fears And you’ve subjugated comrade queers. Castro investigated the subjugation himself playing theater before an encampment Beater.
Oh, I know, perfection cannot be a must, But when shall the terrorists of our day Qualm their bloodlust? McVeigh was a bigger threat than Iraq, And he’d do it all again if he could; But another white supremacist terrorist Is like a needle in the hay, or a splinter in the aging wood Of the ever falling empire ‘for common good’.
He was no revolutionary, just a man with a bomb, And by this time, the nineteen-nineties, most were sick Of the paranoia begotten by political qualms, And ‘coincidentally’ it was not a foreign enemy, but a Waco-loving prick—all domestic.
Those who organized the cascades of smoke And infernal sights from the burning skies On the eleventh day of September, Only a year from Y2k— Innocents dead of all number and all walks of life, But you barely nicked the Pentagon; Demons and dullards line the halls, rife for napalm rain, And it’s the least of them that’s gone.
Fighters of fire and paramedics Terrified, scorched, tired, and Never privy to their government’s ire; Many surge their emotions: Here now are live wires, Upon which Muslims became the subject Of the historical cyclical cathexis, Where all non-white are suspect.
“Someone’s got to pay, no matter side he’s on,” The floating corpses of the fairy ‘sodomites’ And ‘lavender menace’ mellifluites Paid their fair share, their share denied them Of this planet lying upon The stolen shale and upper-crust of planet from the beginning Of our time, where the Neanderthals fell away into the grate, like the tens of dimes and other coins: nickels, pennies, half-dollars, And quarters. Draws thee up, the roaring mob, and quarters thee.
History maligned, lined by the various bones of the Hittites, The lampoonings of Diogenes, and British imperial might, The swooning of ‘heroes’ for glory or vain Stories to tell, And well, well, well...isn’t that swell? Someone’s here To settle the score—but more likely he will add on more.
“The Japanese sun is mooning, Nero’s lie in wait all over the place, and damned We’ve been—to Hell! And to top off this authoritative pain the Tories won again.
What sort of blended chaos shall you give us, pray tell? Boris will act as Taurus in a China shop called parliament; Liz—oh, Ms.Truss, must we do this again? Forty-nine days and you hadn’t been much of anything... Here be Rishi and an ensuing void of acclaim, this country has been maimed... he acts a gift of Lent, Repugnant to his King.”
And that’s the thing, it never ends— alpha and omega, the first and the last, They’ve all slaughtered hope, And no, that past cannot be mended.
What We Shared to any and all transgender/gender-nonconforming peoples, and in memoriam to all trans/non-conforming siblings lost in the name of blind hatred.
we were apart from birth we never had an awareness of what we shared for we never knew of one another
you were murdered a death of a thousand cuts
the tears staining your jacket the tears warping my face from the maniacal america to that faraway island where things are even worse somehow
must we, perhaps, escape to space?
I don’t know why you had to die, Brianna
but you were illuminary, to my life you’re another reason why i gave up the lie i was forced to live push my entire self, conscious and all, into a sieve see what falls out a girl, unnamed on entry, who only sought to cry—
an eden of peace, losing the party and mar’quis, caelee who loved light, destiny and diamond, bright as they shine: someone decided to take their lives, and these things happen like the night; inevitably and steadily, while nothing’s being done to brighten up the world, yours and mine, and they keep dying.
the happiest Daniel, the loving Kelly, never a dull moment with Tiffany, nor Semaj Billingslea—
Please, don’t make me list them all, I can’t keep from crying, leave them alone— This could happen to me,
but it already happened to them.
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