The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
The Legacy of Luddites

We fear not machines so much 
as the economy of algorithmic forgeries 
knitted switchlessly into our mesh of
radiations quicksilvering our galvinations
and better instincts to grow and procreate
blessed mandate of the ungodliness of plagues
meteoric chain reactions sprout fungal 
clouds of the unspeakably beautiful from
which we may never look away or cease burning
in charcoal shadow smears, expressionistic 
tracings of shoah-soaked screams of the
unsurvivors stripped of their normality
reigning voiceless against the history
of demagogues rising, hardened misanthropes
whose cudgel is dominion over the animals
so named by the unquestioning of reginations
poisonous dance of catatonic puppetry
as we admire the red velvet trim 
our emerald ways cannot muster such sanguinary days
while the minutemen sleep unperturbed by
urban atrocities of other tribal skirmishs
tucking the kiddos into their android pods
swiping left the prophets falling into volcano
headlines as pundits punt nits of rhinocerous rolls
our prescription headaches fracture our physiognomy
leave us armless to raise coca-cola candles
in harmony to save the children hungry for
astronaut icecream and the chrome of rocket cars
or at least jet packs to unground us from 
our schizophrenic malaise muttering our authentic
selves to panhandlers too eager to lighten our load.
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