Lord Atom And General Mitchell
He saw it, military prophet. Waves of weapons traducing Cities by air, the last dimensions Beginning to be violated, How spirit of Gengis Khan Could be coiled into metal cigars, How systems of arms Subtle, would grow. We can leave a few ziggurats scattered Here and there, time capsules Might hold a picture of mountains bearing Blue lakes like captured sheep Over their shoulders Into the evening, and hold lighted city Panoramas histories of transformation to the breeder reactor, Of production traced to the hand-held Neutron javelin or poly-urethane loincloth. Celebrate while possible The demise of war. They still sacrifice half the crop At power’s shrine. And what Lord Atom rules he takes Both mold and form, rules the banal Passions crying on for conflict, The thumb scooping out our eyes. They are flying now, gliding Beneath the sea. Ready to do it. Enough strength to scrape away The mountain like a scab. Painful. Red under there. Billion people say: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh. Ready to do it all the time. Lord Atom rules whatever walks the land, Rules in palaces as well as dust, Lord Atom turns the river into sand, Rules in insect futures if he must.
Lord Atom: Sales Rep.
He’s down the street Waiting for you Dance of a normal day Good looking women in See through sitz- Baths being wheeled Down hospital corridors, Produce piled up at market, Sky a color between Frail and cunning blue He prides himself on being THE REP. a man who could sell ANYTHING a diamond to Kimberly a gun to Krupp opera love duets to an audience of droolers He’s picked out you Star of profile study My greatest sale, he calls you, Showing pictures of the blast, The searing light, fibers curled Backward in agonies of Devolution what happens to the skin And so forth. YOU OUTTA YOUR FUCKING MIND? You say firmly (a good line). He only smiles Buys a round of drinks Sets his mind on Medium distance waiting. You’ll buy, he smiles again. There’s a good cause Thrown in a discount god, culture, Freedom for the people of (Erased). . . . Erased? Where the hell’s that? He only smiles again. You’ll buy.