Bubble Gum Justice

 I read in the newspaper that the evil man of the

20^th century has been captured.  I have given him

a name—cockroach.

He is as banal as Gregor Symsa yet not as deep as

Franz himself.

He is as banal as cliché yet his evil cannot be denied.

The news says that he was a pretender, an impostor

Circling the streets of White City, pretending to be

a harmless canine chasing his own tail.

So many pretenders.  So many impostors.  And he,

One of them.  “Let him be!” utter pagan gods, “We must guide

The wise one into the most perfect Age of Aquarius,

For we must be aware of the reality that is cast upon us,

As the members of human species.”

The White City could not bear to keep him any longer.

After all, he comes from the Black Mountain.

Perhaps he thought that his presence would create a

Beautiful yin and yang, as he tells you about the

Latest in macro-biotic diets.

 The Court of Fools and Jesters presides parentally

And in perfect posterity claims that justice will be

Served. 

The bells on their shoes ring:

“Allegedly,” says Rembrandt’s copier.

“According to,” says Vermeer’s descendant.

“Maybe,” says Goya’s admirer.

“We must define murder, we must define genocide,”

utters the chorus of transient jesters.

“Is it really true?” says the presiding Fool.

“Are your quarters to your satisfaction?”

“Yes, yes,” responds the cockroach.

“Is your invisible adviser taken care of?”

“The invisible adviser is in terrible need for crystals,” demands the cockroach.

Time wasted becomes a random series of events

disconnected from the Logos.

My voice pleads to the Court but they don’t respond. 

They are interested in beautiful object d’art of well-ordered world.

Do we have courage to see the lies?

Do we have courage to see the shame?

Do we have courage to see the betrayal?

My voice pleads powerfully for courage to be

Connected to the Logos.

Logos will reveal justice in the place where time

Is never wasted or discarded like the trash we take out

Every Tuesday night.

Logos will reveal the Light that takes us away from

Abyss of indifference.

My voice pleads and seeks hope and meaning.

Logos responds.

(Note: a poem written upon the capture of Karadzic, and when he was taken to the Hague)