Iuvenes Deos

Oh, those new

divine ones

Bored of the world

They give birth to

destruction

Their lives a silent art.

They laugh at death

That single

final

end

And barricade their world.

Burn as bright suns

till the end of day

Living,

Dying,

not recording,

each his own Schrödinger

breaking bones against a blood sky

Never allowing compromise.

They refuse the world

And it’s comforting

photographs.

– Job

Flowers of Yarrow

Earth was once full of divine

Beings of joyful sorrow

Who gloried in feminine sign;

Flowers of yarrow.

But now those days are in decline

Against machine tomorrow

And axe-hearts honed on the block

Cleave old gods like chalk.

-Job