Friday, June 30, 2017

Report on the Civil War in Castlevania

Report on the Civil War in Castlevania
by William D. Tucker


1.
The poltergeists pounded the pavement with several dozen kitchens’ worth of pots and pans,
Spoofed the HooverOps surveillance system,
Jammed the tac-nets,
And disrupted the Autonomous Traffic and Commerce Management Grid with strategic ectoplasmic interdictions
All land and air trade, traffic, and ultratech peeping brought to a halt for miles in every direction.


But the free market libertarian Gill-men are still loyal to Lord Dracula,
And they control the seaports.
The Impaler has promised them the Submerged Dominions of Florida,
And a secret pataphysical map
That draws the way to long lost Mu, fabulous Atlantis, and glittering Pellucidar,
Even though most of the Gill-women have joined the strikers.
The bizarre colony-marriage arrangements haven’t worked out in times of economic stress,
And the Gill-men are hoping to get into some spring breaker mermaids
Rumored to party eternal
within the Submerged Dominions of Florida.


Via the seaports,
Armies of mercenaries are arriving by ship and submarine,
Bankrolled by those ancient reactionaries
The Sons of Cthulhu
Whose tentacles of influence
Extend deep into the White House, the Pentagon, the Kremlin, Beijing, the Saudi Royal Family,
and legion defense contractors,
mercenary syndicates,
mafia, biker gangs,
Secessionist Megachurch Pseudo-States throughout the American South,
And too many fundamentalist suicide attack religious factions to name.


2.
Mantichoras roar-rasped his speech
Gnashed rows of razor teeth
Couldn’t help but fire off some steel spines from his sinewy tail
To punctuate key points of his own  New Labor Resistance Manifesto,
Which he sang more than read,
Vocal folds seared by many draughts of molten lead


3.
Skeleton infantry
Clattered their bones
‘Gainst the breastplates of spectrally animated suits of armor,
While the Forest Armor Division
Extruded tangles of roots from beneath interlocking plates
Of long-abandoned
Recently reclaimed
Lunarian Rebel battlesuits
To grasp the protean long bones
Of slain hydras
To pound out rhythms
On drums derived from fine ceramic riot helmets
Still full of the heads
Of Lord Dracula’s 11th hour imported
All too human
private security contractors.


4.
Lady Medusa,
Fist aloft,
Serpent hair aroused,
Led the Gorgon Delegation-in solidarity with the Catoblepas Conclave-in a raucous cheer,
Smashed the vain statuary depicting the Legendary Impaler
With judicious application of the Finishing Gaze:
A stone-piercing stare
Recently developed
As the official coup de grace of the Gorgons
And all allied Petri-Factions.


5.
The endangered-insurgent wolf-headed sniper brigade,
Banzai-charging by two legs and four
Lethal trespassers in this domain
Rival to Lord Dracula’s power
Fired off their never-jam homemade artisanal all-organic bolt action rifles
Much mythologized and mural-ized sought after weapon of choice
For Nature Militants and New Era Anti-Imperialists
Human, Monstrous, Spectral, Vaprous, Mythological, Ultimate Other
World-around,
Worldwide.


6.
Succubi and Incubi
Have formed the Pimp-Free Sex Workers Federation.
Nutbust quotients
Of politicians, comic opera colonels, CEOs, and megachurch evangelists
Have dipped
Precipitously,
Followed on
By plagues of blue balls,
Stalled legislation,
And ever more frustrated militarized police actions
In all the nations of humanity.


7.
The zombies flayed the skin from their own bodies,
And wove a new flag,
Woven around the bones of slaughtered Leviathan,
Imbued with strange satellite-jamming signals,
Composed by New Era Frankenstein
Self-created monster of shreds and patches,
His natural flow of adrenaline and testosterone
Transformed into a glandbath of all-organic PCP.


8.
Even the Grim Reaper hovered and soared with the strikers
Filling the air with whirling scythes
That emitted an uncanny set of sounds
A postmodernist composition titled The Mysteries of N.E.O.C.: New Era Obliteration Complex
One of many contenders
For the honor of official anthem
Of this movement, this action, this moment,
This war.


But there could be no true, singular anthem
The cacophony was the anthem.
The true consensus
That grew out of many beings, many minds, many modes of existence,
And the Refusal of Obedience,
Impatience for the advent of a new age,
Resistance flag of a supple cartilaginous signal-jamming weave.
-March-April 2015

Copyright 2015 by William D. Tucker. All rights reserved. Used with permission. 

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