Nationalism

Nationalism

A Hitchcock film is being narrated

inside an automated sex machine

doubled as an overregulated paper press

on the top of an old Jazz Era oak desk;

what ruins a generation can make.

 

Moviegoers watch Greek goddesses

roam the district of lights

hoping Caesar opens his gate

wielding a king’s sword once stuck in stone.

Battles in the jungle trenches leave dead

many men who fought to have

their names heard, otherwise erased.

 

Hanging rosaries caress the priest’s hand

of a mighty Catholic cathedral

wrapped inside of an Egyptian pyramid.

Doctrines are organized the same today

in the great American Plains.

 

Aztec ruins paint a blank canvass

in a medium of internal impressions;

likewise searching were the imperialists

who came to enforce a new land.

 

The ruins of man are romantically studied

only long after the massacre;

the rest thought not to be at all—

even when witches and werewolves

walk the streets cloaked in epaulets

where there are no clean hands.

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John Brogan

John Brogan promotes renewable energy products in Northeast Ohio. He is also a new father, recently welcoming his first son, Victor Mackenzie Brogan, into the world. These experiences have encouraged fresh insights as he moonlights writing poetry, his favorite occupation, at his home in Cleveland Heights, OH. John is a graduate of Case Western Reserve University, where he earned a BA in cognitive science. John is also the author of the following books: In Reflection of Nature (2015), and St. Augustine and the Piano (2016).