Devolution

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It was a fever dream—

Wrought by stage lights and 

poppycock media profiteers.

Marxism on the march 

Fascist ‘woke’ liberals

White replacement theory

Critical race theory

Rapists at our borders

Dumpsters of aborted fetuses

Pedophilia rings

Stolen elections

Demon-crats 

Tanned testicles. 

We were throwing apples until

Eden expelled us—

Shit us out from the jungle and

Into limos on 48th and 6th Avenue.

You could almost mistake us

For civilized at first glance. Our

Puckered faces of

Savage indifference 

Lips stiff and straight as blades

Readied for cutting.

We’re incredulous. Offended.

Dismayed with all others.

We’ve covered in peach-rouge 

Our pitted leathery faces 

And with fitted suits and red ties

Dressed the ugliness of our agenda:
The ideological consumption

Of our own brothers and sisters

After eating our mothers

Who saw the evil in us

And departed

Leaving only our children

To feed from our mangy hair.

Captured in her lens
A galactic Goodall muses

“Beneath all their righteousness 

The true substance of their nature

Still nurses from a tit on the dark forest floor.”

We’re conscripts of ancient myths

We flourish in derision

Success due not from enlightenment 

Or meaning

But from a propensity instead

To malign, manipulate, militarize and murder.

To vessel our opinions in lead,

Dolly it up in God’s name, and

Deliver it in a muzzle flash.

“They’re simple and small

And getting smaller

The thing they were meant to be

Unseeable

Until on the horizon of their demise

The seeing of what they became arrives instantly.”

When we vomit from our bulging bellies

The things we’ve been eating all this time.

Alas we’ll see ourselves  

The Universal Apes.