the poet on his
knees holding a
jack-o-lantern
above his head
as the Great
Leader steps
behind it with
its crooked smile
obscuring his
head the eclipsed
blood moon hangs
over the Fool in
green and red
dancer’s tights
with his book
Chaos Theory—
The Order Within
Disorder and he
opens the gate
of the lion’s cage
and distant
twisting
black smoke
swirling
fires of war
as translucent
Celestial Beings
hold a banner
that reads
Beginnings Are
Endings
below them a
journalist prostrate
in the mud deathly
ill vomiting a
bile black as ink