Primordial Wound - Inter Arma

May we mock the notion of virtue!

May we mock the notion of mercy!

We, the strutting herd, drift proudly beneath the corpses of trumpeters hung

from long-dead trees;

scorning the beggars who drink from foul ditches along

these timeworn, furrowed streets

May we mock the notion of benevolence!

May we mock the notion of hope!

We, the strutting herd, have embraced our failure.

We reap a lurid pleasure in

burying once noble ideals like intelligence and compassion.

We writhe

enraptured in willful ignorance, apathy and rampant arrogance.

We are Man,

Earth’s primordial wound, and we have made no attempt to convalesce by means

of enlightenment

May we burst with sepsis en masse!

May the earth be awash in our purulence!