World As White Whale
(Enter Ahab: Then, all.)
Over Descartian vortices you hoover, drooling
idiot child. ruler of the world
what you "know" is unknowable
while your ignorance consumes libraries
that sucking sound you hear
is the sound of your nation
being flushed straight to hell
"And perhaps,
at mid-day,
in the fairest of weather,
with one half-throttled shriek
you drop through the transparent air into the summer sea,
no more to rise forever."
and us with you
