The Swastika



Oh see the bright-starred iron wheel
my industry my history
the threshing floor
poor chaff poor wheat
the spillage seeps
while trees grow metal wings
fly skyward blue fire belching
dreams the stars the heavens revolving
spitting sparks and crazy webbing

have you bound my people?
Moloch! Mammon!
tied them backwards,
Auschwitz, Hemel Hempstead, 
poor chaff poor wheat
the spillage seeps
red
and brown


Elijah lay down and saw the sky revolve,
the firmament swirling, seraph rounding God,
the feathered radiance of sphere within sphere
and sixfold wings beating over him, fa fa far,
the soaring hub and universal fire,
feathered star, centre, energy:
this the ancient Vedics glyphed,, the swastika

But the goblins built a metal idol of this god.
A working model burning up the fields
Now we build in chrome-titanium-plasma-fire.
Now it hums.
Before the war they built in tin and steel.
Back then they worshipped
the internal combustion engine,
fly wheels singing,
heat-exchange gruyere-sleeved exhausts,
exhausts, stuttering exhausts, retorts,
stuttering wheel of fire:
the goblin's precious child


Oh see the bright-starred iron wheel
my industry my history
the threshing floor
poor chaff poor wheat
the spillage seeps
while trees grow metal wings
fly skyward blue fire belching
dreams the stars the heavens revolving
spitting sparks and crazy webbing

have you bound my people?
Moloch! Mammon!
tied them backwards
Hemel Hempstead, Auschwitz
poor chaff poor wheat
the spillage seeps
red
and brown

Nimrod is building in glory
see! and threads his bow
he raises his brow