Holy Shit (Applied Reverb)

Andrew Donovan

June 2, 2014

 

“The sinews of war are infinite money.”
—Cicero

What dubious songs bring pudgy fingers
to the joystick on an airbase in Nevada, an easy image
of self-love given with some alacrity, to deposit
an incendiary device some 7,000 miles his desert elsewhere?

What sonorous charms infect the head
of the latest waspy active shooter?
What cool, blue slime feeds on his circuits?

Sing, Goddesses, one of you, Jesus, of Paris’s dope no-scope
(Apollo  Pallas), across the fucking map, on war-dumb Achilles,
Odysseus’ septuple kill and unreal Diomedes, of your

RUNNING RIOT:

GREEK                   TROJAN
Diomedes          Astynous (spear in the chest)
Diomedes          Hypeiron (sword to the collar bone)
Diomedes          Abas
Diomedes          Polyidus
Diomedes          Xanthus
Diomedes          Thoon (nipple?)
Diomedes          Echemmon
Diomedes          Chromius
Diomedes          Pandarus (spear in the nose)
Diomedes       Aeneas (a rock)

Then, sing, too, why not, of Lee Dong-nyoung
who, with stony eyes, farms us all day, whose username
rhymes with epoch (or Enoch), whose Banelings crash upon
our Colossus, felling it before our Nexus and its Pylons;
a viridescent wave licking rock into a 20-minute topographical wonder.

Sing he who deems the piled, mephitic ruin a ghetto for “tryhard nubs,”
we who dare make a track in his garden of unthinkable currency.