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PoetryThe Swastika Oh see the bright-starred iron wheel my industry my history the threshing floor poor chaff poor wheat the spillage seeps while trees grow metal wings fly skyward blue fire belching dreams the stars the heavens revolving spitting sparks and crazy webbing have you bound my people? Moloch! Mammon! tied them backwards, Auschwitz, Hemel Hempstead, poor chaff poor wheat the spillage seeps red and brown Elijah lay down and saw the sky revolve, the firmament swirling, seraph rounding God, the feathered radiance of sphere within sphere and sixfold wings beating over him, fa fa far, the soaring hub and universal fire, feathered star, centre, energy: this the ancient Vedics glyphed,
, the swastika
But the goblins built a metal idol of this god.
A working model burning up the fields
Now we build in chrome-titanium-plasma-fire.
Now it hums.
Before the war they built in tin and steel.
Back then they worshipped
the internal combustion engine,
fly wheels singing,
heat-exchange gruyere-sleeved exhausts,
exhausts, stuttering exhausts, retorts,
stuttering wheel of fire:
the goblin's precious child
Oh see the bright-starred iron wheel
my industry my history
the threshing floor
poor chaff poor wheat
the spillage seeps
while trees grow metal wings
fly skyward blue fire belching
dreams the stars the heavens revolving
spitting sparks and crazy webbing
have you bound my people?
Moloch! Mammon!
tied them backwards
Hemel Hempstead, Auschwitz
poor chaff poor wheat
the spillage seeps
red
and brown
Nimrod is building in glory:
see! he raises his brow
and threads his bow.
