"Enduring Freedom" (Pessoa XV.)

The earth from our dino tread has not quit trembling
yet. IngSoc, Ain Soph vie tough-loving
us purchasers-to-be. The sky's dissembling
azure, while the last dense nowls want proving,
prepares, doubtless, something worth a look
down a dank bomb-shelter for. Habsiyya's worth
notwithstanding, you must heft the Book
of RoboDobermans first; no second birth
in chockfull battle-rattle to husband hopes...
Just deen. A learner yells molt, this as proof
as night-glimpsed revenant. Finchineer who gropes
amidst this circus minefield, who gulps scoff
from the Wolf's own teat, you'll snavvle Pharisee
redemption, but you'll never hoick from me.


The Lurker in the Lobby.