the poet on his
knees holding a

jack-o-lantern
above his head

as the Great
Leader steps

behind it with
its crooked smile

obscuring his
head the eclipsed

blood moon hangs
over the Fool in

green and red
dancer’s tights

holding his book
Chaos Theory—

The Order Within
Disorder and he

opens the gate
of the lion’s cage

and distant
twisting

black smoke
swirling

fires of war
as translucent

Celestial Beings
hold a banner

that reads
Beginnings Are

Endings
below them a

journalist prostrate
in the mud deathly

ill vomiting a
bile black as ink