By Roger Marheine
When shall the qualitative moment reveal itself?
The seismographic shift as earth’s plates realign.
The great swerve of history, its incandescent flair all consuming, all destroying, all creating?
When will it erupt like the earth spitting up its bile and toxic flame?
At first a shimmering flame of sludge and refuse, long forgotten
by those who discarded their sympathies,
by those who ignored their responsibilities,
and most of all, by those who embraced the great waste.
A confluence of forms, fluid and unrelenting,
the self-indulgent force that devours everything in its path.
Garbage at the fore, but underneath a great swelling up
of honed precision, a clarity of vision, and the ruthlessness of the unconquered.
