UNDERGROUND
they are all
underground
all
Ezra Pound
dig
your way
down
or they are
ash
dutifully cremated
war
incinerated
(I do not
speak of
what
deadly sin)
Sisyphus down
in Hell (as Greek
Hades) rolling that rock
big as the comet
caused
extinction
level event
backpack of guilt big
as a mausoleum
at least
a tombstone
and at the top
of that incline some
Devil of subversion
to tip
physics against him
send him
tumbling back
that’s how it is
when you elect to
go subterranean
lay down those tracks
under a city
become
rebel against
injustice, harbinger of
tyranny
face of
an angel, body of
a scorpion
as you dig
dig
with such drive, such
deep secret purpose
above, in the sunlight,
everything is see-through
everything is clear
they are using
such transparency to
close
tight, screw done
rail away under
great pretext in
broad
light of day