No Gnus is not Good Gnus

--in memory of my brother Bob, aka the Wildebeeste--

And then there were
how many? It is
difficult to say. Difficulty
ever having been

A specialty of the house, &
a constant of
existence. This house exists, that’s
for sure. How many What?

Deaths in Republican Iraq? Very Very
Many. Deaths of USA deadend
folk who got there at the mercy,
the tender mercy, of their operators . . .

Very Very Very Many. Deaths of
the poor dumb fucks who
were going to welcome the
USA with flowers?

A magnificent series of VERIES.
(Welcome to the Real World, as Butch sz.)
They line up like horn-ed
Apocalyptic Beestes.

No Matter.
Gnu Criticism is dead.
As a doornail, or God.
But the shock of the Gnu

Can’t possibly be heavier
than the shock & awe falling
on yr average highly
evolved immortal Iraqui soul.

America, a Prophecy:

The whirlwind will assuredly
be reaped & all the girls
& guys
who don’t know hay from straw

Will fuck like rabbits
on the threshing floor.
Sadly, no pleasure will be had
in the breeding
& the offspring of it

Will greet the next advent
with bitter tears
spilling hideously over misshapen
noses and mouths

Where all the teeth left
are gnashing, and there will be
no more gnus, let alone any of us
to criticize them.