“History Has No Taste”
History has no taste
In presents, pasts, and futures
Of this world in times that nurture
Outrageous dissembling; set the style sheets for circumstance
And all exceptions span roughly mere happenstance.
With all in thrall, specious pivots in consensus lures
Powers-that-be to the brink of saturation that ensures
“All for one and one for all” finds closure in the romance
Of anyone who owns a credit card and a simple radio.
They speak quietly for now and flout the banner:
“No matter what you see, remember well,
That future favours the whore from hell
As good intentions are inured to catastrophe in powers,
Stocks and bonds, and gold, and promises grown sour!”