Athenian Law
And to that place where the sharp Athenian law cannot touch us
Watching the best minds burn, savage, naked to the flame, too many egg shells rushing to the pavement
Shouting epiphanies at Soviet Canaan’s burka out of the living wood, under the knife and beneath the wheels
Disappearing to Oregon, Ohio, Connecticut, California, Texas and to holy Union, drinking and watching our souls truest airplanes drop their bombs, and land, fire.
Oh imagine, our, we, us dropping our seraphim torpedoes on the Industrial Complex that we took off from
Perfect juxtaposition of the bombs and peace and freedom
Cool eyed, steady voices
GO!
DROP!
Away from our minds eye!
Crashing, lack of fuel, into that place where the sharp Athenian law cannot touch us.
