When the Day Comes…
The worm that ate the sleeping brain
Will hatch our skull
And dive into the sea
To seek its lowest place
And slip inside the hollow planet
With a brief… sucking… sound
Human husk
Stalk of corn
Became a suitcase,
Loaf of bread
This quiver of senses
Tossed like crumpled paper
Out, to sustain wild dogs
Intelligence, what was it?
A program of nested logic
Spikes of voltage
Locked in chemical solution
Whose matrix of scents and flavors
Wait on the shores
Of a cytoplasmic ocean
To listen for distant signals --
Orders for the troops --
Or news that the war is over
With tides of flotsam and jetsam
Sifting through the broken shards
To catalyze an electrolytic rush
Enough to cause a momentary twitch of sinew
When the Day Comes…
Ragged circuit board
Bag of bones,
You'll flop in lock step,
Obedient to the last,
Still savoring Pavlov's saliva
Of duty's shrill call
And bark for your reward!
You thought the ball of dung
You made in your hands
Was the perfect likeness of your God,
But it just made the cobra laugh
In a low pitched rumble, beneath
The cackling din of all that squirms
As he's come to take your spark
To light another lantern
To start another fire
And dance in silhouette
Before the flame
There to tend the spark for
When the day comes…
