This poem is about the struggle of everyday, ordinary folks in a failed economy and with a government that doesn't really treat humans as 'real people' who have real emotions and needs just to survive. The chaotic mood in the poem is about human frustration in the shadow of power, and the need to take their own personal power back in the rousing trust of themselves:
Bombs busting bare
In the asteroid night air
In the stereo stratosphere
Through all your energy levels
Open your eyes/it’s time to hear
In the marching ahead
Of temporal dread
Sounds undulate blazing red
Red as the hair on Aunt
Maggie’s head
She wakens in night sweats
Her mouth pierced shut
By her anxious presence—surprise—
Sits up in bed without any
Proclamation of death/dream time
The raucous, indelicate sound
Has scared you sprinting bound
Doesn’t care about your feelings’ hound
Who has dashed off on a sugar high
Chasing the hare low and high
In the deep forest in his underwear
Wherever people look at
The people who say they know their book
They can not see their eyes hollowed and
Hallowed out, the retinas are on vacation
As the one great nation is blasted, broken
Brickbats fly through the air as people
Fight for a hill to stand on—blasting selves,
Ninja wash basins, silver nitrates, copper
Cowbells into one novena, the candle
Burns in a tiny house, the morning dew signs
© Christopher Bear Beam, M.A. May 2010
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