These ancestors who are indescribable beasts
Begot us beneath waves but one knuckled under
And the rest of us got smarter. The stars
Have never ruled a natural love. We are always
Inversing ourselves for them and signaling death
In a vain hope for less intelligence.
One knuckle always gnaws another. It’s so lucky
Something’s not left. Or nothing. You take the bait.
It’s casual. The galactic primal. Alien bodies recovered
At Roswell. Grime.
As the blood washes off one knuckle eats
Another. These are natural loves. It’s on you
To embrace them. For the time being of course
This will never recur. For the time being there
Will be no pain. For the time being nothing
Will recognize all the delusions separating us
Each from the other as the methane waves
Of my planet Neptune wash over you. Let
Them take you and you will rule with us ancestors.
The smoke and mirror of darting starlight
Can safely be ignored. And you are home free.
Death is only the rejection of unnatural love.
We distort you. Us proto parents. Look up!
At the lacy filigree called Milky Way. Your
Shit eating grin. When you smile for the camera.
The extrusions are lips to suck out the waywardness
That fell by the wayside. Chomping tares not
Wheat. Going down curved mucus of alimentary
Canals. Martian in the extent. When you beg
Us to allow you to weep, I don’t know if then
You will taste like steak. Or the flesh sack containing
Spirit will challenge our patriarchal rule. The ruby
Eye of Sirius constellation. Contain what you do
Not understand. Our descendants fail us. What
Is the way, they ask?
Stars caught in black hole maws, timeless! The
Height of beauty! Oh desired nothing of the spirit!
What shapeshifting pretenses abstain,
Each placeholder for an entangled photon
Beckons the cycle to repeat, and it does. Don’t
Doubt what you can’t yet conceive. You will.
Each disgorged past airman from the Spielberg
Movie Close Encounters ascends the DNA
Ramp leading back to us, your ancestors,
The ghosts of a being that once was but is
No more the source of repulsion it once was.
You begin our spiritual path with that revulsion,
Repetition in worlds that don’t stop, don’t start.
Our worlds. Punish the unruly. Displace the
Troublesome offspring. Please us. Inside the
Gullets you’ll know yourself. So knock it off!
Resistance is futile. Doors will be bared.
The transponder lets you out. Fricatives hiss.
Ignore them. Have no truck with language as
You know it and wait for the new one to teach
You its syntax.
I love you in the burp of satisfaction when I eat.
You are my dead body. And must step over it
To find the spirit. The stink of connection interferes.
The transparent, the neutral, the tasteless.
When you imagine the other shoe dropping
You will communicate in ways you can’t now
Begin to guess.
Hope to become it. The ancestral glows in
Blackness beyond the event horizon.
Submit to erasure and we will recede. Kith
Will then follow kin. And it will now be able
To start up again. From where I left off.
Crumple like an old gray double breasted
Suit. The shoes will follow. Return of the
Out of fashion, the unhip. Winners never lose,
How pointless my words are to guide you to
Your doubles. I said, Copy that.
Does the commodity match the manifest?