New Occidental Poetry

Unemployment

Seriously, who works
these days of stubborn
metaphysics? Yet
Christendom goes on
subconsciously, under history,
head down like Latimeria
In frantic sloth
the code is visible. God was
gentler before I believed.
Oh, we get up and leave
the house; sure. Who keeps
the toilets spinning. I'm in silver,
what are you in? What is your
opinion of this opinion
of this opinion? The dead
radius of his mind
opened Descartes, whom,
come to think of it,
would be preferable,
to return in time,
to kill. Remember
you have created nothing
and, God willing, never will

- Nathaniel Lucas