Made In Hell Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Dorian swords assail Ezra Pound
Fascist dreams crumble into the ground
The image of man writhes in the mirror
Resolute power needs insecurity and fear

Thrill me with your middle class dream
The consumer phallus of constant need
Organized into tiers of pagan power
Everyone forced too climb the tower

Rise in wings of fragmented bi polar soul
Feel wanton pleasure of released control
Take your sweet medications and survive
Embrace the ubiquitous image and thrive

We reach for masks made in hell