. . . too embarrassing to acknowledge, to invite into the larger community of states
cast down into angry deeps
animosity seizes all subjects
sports, politics, sex, business, art, history, bowel movement styles, collectible trading card games, cinema, physics, lifestyle pornography, horticulture, eschatological booger sculptures as therapeutic practice, contemporary literature, millenial sport-shitting styles as retrofuturism, microblogging platforms as postmodern town squares, recipes for chicken and dumplings, financial resilience planning, automotive detailing in the post-Communist context, cocaine addiction in robot vaccum cleaners, post-institutional video game preservation theory and practice, post-governmental conflicts in the pre-panic era, nuclear deterrence in the world of community theater, museum administration best practices
of interest
to all subjects
of the underground kingdom of Enemy
spilling into all areas
every bond shall break
all causes forgotten, only effects
minds going nuclear
no trust or trade or contract or proposal or plan
brains incandescent with Rubblemind
all communication save propaganda forgotten, only effects
parents hide behind their child soldiers, as per usual
employers hide behind their employees, no surprise
priests cloak themselves in holy texts, as one expects
even genital crabs become conscripts, which may surprise you,
tho' many a naughty bits pincher shall no doubt rise to the level of a memorial statue or ornate plaque upon some institutional wall,
if not a mention in a high school history text,
war
especially the Omniwar of all subjects of subjects deep in the underground kingdom of Enemy
is certainly good for that, and much else besides, but certainly that,
which brings me now
to the aspirational vision
of the Final Subject
an angry, truly professional Man
who has slain many Enemies
while avoiding being slain himself
his eyes bugging with rage
bellowing beyond sense
for he has vanquished Enemy language
seemingly with no one left to kill or evade
but no,
for this is the aspirational image,
the Final Subject,
who hurls his sword high into the air,
piercing the Abovelands,
inducing nightmares and doomsday cults in a worrying percentage of peoples of the Accepted Nations,
and now the blade falls,
splitting the Final Subject
crown to crotch
and now his two halves flail and smack and punch and kick the everlovin' shit out of each other
even his gut bacteria make of themselves factions and gangs and parties
laying who knows what ground
for future mutations
of angry nations
deep, deep down
in the underground
the kingdom of Enemy . . .
