1/17/13 (oracle spectacle allegorical)

the
ruins
are
crumbling

our safety net
is our destruction--
Uranus weeps his scorn
Gaea shyly submits
Atlas stands tall
and proud
stone cold
and hard
to understand.

aged marble rolls off
his back,
scattering in dust.
the pigeons are done,
all the worthwhile
battles are won.

white is the ivory
we pinch from wisdom,
white are the fingerprints
that fall on our tongue,

black is the night
in which things crawl,
black are the eyes
that see through glass;

always, we beg for more,
dressed in jewel and gold,
but no
we will always

              starve.