Merkel Gorgon Thule

Princes instill fear

in the bourgeoisie 
unleashing the unwieldy

I play a low-strung lute
Marshall law is declared in 
the South,

The army then joins forces with the mob.

Sliding the label off the bottle
dropping into bittersweet 
ocean beer foam
and listening for a 
stroll on the radio


In digital relays

Merkel leers down at

Etruscans and Iberians

She summons 

the Triskellion horde

from Thule for Ragnarok

Bottle of Mezcal on the side

still with it's small, chained booklet

hanging from its neck to it's chest