Zonking Ziggu Rats

When controlfreakish big-heads, drugged up on some new System Creed, lack humility to confess their own small knowledge, wee cosmic stature, mistakes, frailty or doubt, ranting on about how a device, method, convention, prediction, currency, stock, military force, government, gene, fuel, empire or city or ship (Titanic) is fool-proof, eternal, immutable, invincible like a Pharaoh's eyeball or Babylonian ziggurat or Roman road, I sit paring my claws, tittering, snorting & cackling through snarls of derision, more convicted I can knap flint with gnomes on Neptune rather than believe them.

Valentia

Wolfings and She-wolfings,
on the Ides of February,
flip on your goat-skins, the *februa* of the Faun,
flail a blushing Spring,
or, fearing that bloody sap,
marry off the marriage-banned,
mollify the 'eunuchs' of war
before your execution and farewell
to fair Asterius' daughter,
her heart now wholly healed

14 February 2013, Nathan Paul Hillman

Lurgy-bug Clergy

On my birthday (needing to purge me?)
I came down with the dreaded lurgy,
cooties and wine too far from surgery

Don't just cry dirge, get jolly and hoot
a surge of laughs merged with tears,
a splurge of grog, hot grub, free loot,
lob platters and tankards, flesh on spears

Be my doctor, my priest, my spouse, my holy urge

Come to me, lurgy-bug clergy

-Paleonate, 7 February 2013