morning poem

and contempt is mounted yet
we shed divine for impermanence
reality knocks with a gnarled protusion
and we suck deep
like moths sexing stars
the first prayer is wounded
no poet can heal it
freedom is the new slavery
we strip naked for the big iron
in the morning view
dreams are diseased
reeks of mortal
found righteous in babylon
solicited suicide
strapping truth with bombs
strafing babies for democracy
metasizing cannibalistic tv
as phantoms prepare the day

Billy Jno Hope