American Dream

  The freakish ways of the Accountant
Haunt me with their tedium and, yes, even pain
Not a horrific shriek of pain,
Nor a rhythmic throb
But a searing acidic pain
A despair
At the realization--wake me from this dream!--
Of His voluminous dominion

The epiphany reveals
His mountainous weight
His gravity,
Yes, Gravity, a pulling-toward the grave
His debits
His credits
His deficits
His surpluses  

His tutelage inspires
Celebrations and suicides,
Depending upon the crunch
The crushing sound
The seismic reverberations
Of arithmetic.

Margins of profit and loss
Production consumption
Slithery, but matter of fact, honest, openly homicidal, victorious
Greed Love Greed Beauty Piety Greed Harmony Eternity Greed
The tutelage persists,
 I, comprehending, swallow hard--wake me from this dream!--

Sweet sweet heartfelt stupidity
Fearful embrace of
The undying God.
Kiss the Accountant’s ring.
Slay the devil.
Fornicate in the grave.
Concede.