Richter’s Syndrome

Why the argument over barbarians?
Upon his spleen.

Their primitive religion marks the forest floor
with almond-wide nucleoli.

Tired and your cells
hold telephone calls with the resistance,

but why resist, when
Barbarians cannot deliver me?

Please, lift his snowy legs, 
dazzle the primitive, weak-walled.

My diamond veins
slice through dreams.

Why now unrest?
The barbarians invaded Egypt.

El Duce marches through your bones. 
I wear many skins, many

have arrived from the northern borders
thundering.

What shall become of us?
I open the ocean.

Nathaniel Vincent Mohatt | Mudlark No. 42 (2011)
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