Nimrod

I know you, O swindler, I know you —

pretender, making up your throne,

advancing common cause with the righteous man.

Beneath your darkened cloak, dominions;

beneath your sash, majestic waves of light.

Unfazed by glory, tall of heart — you are

the bulbous outgrowth of our poisonous minds.

Nimrod, child of light,

charging ceaseless into the endless doom —

do you even comprehend

the world?

Do you even see the blatant truths

that fold you in and pluck away your rage?