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Note: "If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am only for myself, what am I? And if not now, when? (Hillel the Elder)
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Citizens of Murdth
It is as I am wont
a Full Moon

& It would appear
in this craven light
the final unraveling has begun

New meanderings
for the Dead Sea
has won

Seems like arms ago
before we left liquid
nary a Moen for the Bakongo

In time to play
"What's The Job!?"
the final unraveling has begun

To go green
like Soy-Lent
the new doxology

Wont as I am
peering back from Retronym-One
aspeed

Murdth making
mirthless endomusia
shtum-shtum

Peering back
the scions & distaughters
Los dolorosos

Like Rachel's Silent Scream
7000M Guernicas
squalid.

(-Mommy, why is everyone unhappy?
-Darling, Murdth is ill.
-Will we help Murdth to get better?
-No Darling, It doesn't want to.
-But Mommy, when I'm sick, I want to, and you make It better.
-Yes, Darling, but no one about Murdth cares.
-Is Murdth going to die?)

The Planete skin shudders
like a horse ridding of green flies
one convulsion, then another

the silence, broken
those that don't, won't
laughing, crying, change nothing

Clepsydra cries
Time has little water
only gunge & sand

As Samson agonystes
panegyrics for Esmes
out, out...sadly goes

To 29(?) Elegies in Gaza
Winnenden, & other Erfurts
out, out...sadly goes

Imaging Grief like a turbine,
harnessed Tribulation -
Anguish-Despair-Habromania-Dacoitage-Whitlow-Woebegone-Paing...?

-THE NEW ENTROPIC!
POWER-UP MURDTH - GRID-GRID-GRID!
GRIEF STATION: (REPOSITORY)

Vouchers for the new cathetic
estovers for the cachexic
micro-wave bye-bye, bye-bye...

9-Elevens (We Never Close!)
Grief Sub-stations'
Convenience

Kleenex
crying towels
smelling salts
Wailing-wall replicas
tombstones
coffin-charms
hair-pulling kits
mournful glories
skin claws
gut wrenches
pictures of Elvis, Michael, & Valentino...

Aeudaemonics?
a wall-plasma-TV News off your mourning's pain!
Eudaemonics?

The Grief police
& monitors, monitors...
Grief meters

-Aha!, we got ya now
infamous Grief Grabber
yer goin' up fer this caper

20>? in Laughsville Solitary
the Norman Cousins block...!
-I repent, Your Honor, have mercy Ohhh, let me wail again!

Aspeed... Murdth smalls
like a dwarfulent Asrael
absurdistisms washed in blood

The populationpimple popped
like an Uncle Fester
agonies deafen Space

Retronym-One
from The Stage
unstages, from the choking

As It would appear the final unraveling has begun
to End this carefully equipped situation...?
IT appears...the final unraveling...has begun.

H.e.m.-H’H.
3.11.MMix.
(ST)

Haro, an understanding of Murdith seemes crucial in order get a grasp of your poem. Unfamiliar, I did a search and only came up with a sliver which gave me the impression that it's a city from the Old Testament. Never having read the Old Testament, I'm unaware of it's history which puts me at a loss in fully comprehending this piece. Now, all this is just conjecture on my part from little I was able to gather.

I believe this is a poem about the apocalyptic. Even your title points in that direction. You mention the unraveling frequently enough. Then:

The deteriation of a society.

-THE NEW ENTROPIC!
POWER-UP MURDTH - GRID-GRID-GRID!
GRIEF STATION: (REPOSITORY)

(Must sneak this in. Great!)

Seems like arms ago

Of course, the play on "morning" befits your message of what news brings us and largly on large TV.

Aeudaemonics?
a wall-plasma-TV News off your mourning's pain!
Eudaemonics?

Again, the slow ending of Murdth.

Aspeed... Murdth smalls
like a dwarfulent Asrael
absurdistisms washed in blood

There's no turning back. The apocolyptic.

IT appears...the final unraveling...has begun

Haro, your language is exceptional, otherworldy. Your points, always peaking my interest. Laurie

Hmm. Archaic Latin vulgate for Murder (seen mostly in older translations of the Old Testament), seemingly working here as shorthand for MURDered EarTH. The reference to the Dead Sea making it seem as if the verse is a commentary on the incidence and nature of Jihad, and made explicit by several other references. Very interesting. Has a certain degree of depth and resonance that could not be accomplished by the prosaic.

It's PEOPLE!

-Charlton Heston

SilverMoon & moderan - TY for your mutually-exclusive responses to my Work, though It seems appropriate to reply conjointly given the similarity of your perceptions re: the key; "Murdth" is a Haroism, & as you have observed, pointing-up "Apocalypse" (now) & "MURDered EarTH" (this observation is what the Poet strives toward). That the derivations you both have referenced have historical bases is all-the-more fulfilling, though hardly satisfying (none will have satisfaction being predictors).

"...Dead Sea making it seem as if the verse is a commentary on the incidence and nature of Jihad..." though a cogent interpretation, is incidental in the grander scheme of the Poem; an equally larger aspect is the sad whimsy of sorrow v. joy/laughter v. tears captured into the Poem's final(!) 1/3...always leave 'em crying, as It were.

Yes, TY for the acknowledgement for the choice to depict this Poetically; only the pens! of Gore Vidal, David Foster Wallace, Swift, Joseph Heller, Vonnegut (moderan?)...would speak prosaically to this.

"Charlatan Heston?" You mean Moses Gun on "Planete Of The Guns?" H'H.

Charlatan Heston, Moses Gun lol. That's some catch, that catch-235. Radioactive verse...if it spawns a sequel I shall call it multiversal. I sit corrected as to your intent but plead the fifth as to my mistaken impression. In this case the fifth would be Jose Cuervo

Hey Jose, the annelid at the bottom is always aturn for the better; how your interpretation impacts is as valuable as my intent, though It is ever didactically incumbent upon me as the Poet to impart meaning. Sequely yours - H'H.