Intimations of the Next World

2.

Armored vehicles
cross the bridge from Saudi to
Bahrain to prop up
the Al-Khalifas, guard the
US fleet moored off Juffair.

In Miyagi, more
than half million survivors
build fires from fallen
branches and roofs of houses,
trying to keep from freezing.

They are surrounded
by corpses of neighbors, mounds
of pestilent mud,
without food or drink, waiting--
while the snow covers their fires--

like flies in amber,
for the frigid relief of
radioactive spinach.
Drones penetrate Mexico.
The gringo ambassador

is packing his bags,
but leaving armed agents and
DEA handlers
carousing on three floors in
avenida Reforma.

Carlos complied with
his orders, says Hillary,
and now Mexico's
president must complete his--
or it's 1848

with the stars and stripes
flying in the Zócalo--
or if you prefer,
Sunday in Gadafi's tent
ventilated courtesy

of our Tomahawk
cruise missiles and thirst for oil.
Near Yucca Mountain
two silent Shoshone, smoke
saluting the equinox.