Remember: there is a little bit of him
in every one of you
Indeed, I begat him from the whores of commerce and industry
where he was conceived in a womb of affluence
and reared in an amniotic sac of indifference
to the less fortunate
He is presently everything I could have ever imagined
Here, now, among you
Manifest in fattened flesh
and hair product
In the Beginning
I envisioned him the Great Metaphor of the human species---
A burnt-orange emblem mounted on its hot hood of destruction
And a patron saint for all your tribal afflictions:
like the compulsive need of enemy and their scalps
your brooding self worship
an incestuous cultural intrigue
and the paradox of you being able to create a brilliant symbol
but then being un-able to distinguish it from what it symbolizes
In the print shop…
your man sets the type for the counterfeiters of history
On the battlefield…
he is the absent platoon leader of jingoists, knee-jerkers
sock-counters and masked torturers who carry your flag
Obsessive, neurotic, fixated, compulsive, irrational, myopic and sociopathic
I bred him for bulk, his deformed little hands, his squint and contorted lip
And, also, for his taste
which is found right there in his profane mouth
Embrace him as the Christ that you so covet
He is yours to be your redeemer, as you see fit
I made him in your own image
Not mine