Zooterkins! Shir-zan (Women, Life, Freedom)

Zooterkins

Traders place perfectly timed bets on war.
War, doing the bidding of foreign nations.

Masters of war commit Social murder. 

You are a commodity!

Shir-zan.
Onyx, pearly bdellium, and gold—
trinity resin rides the wind, quince burning bold.

Pigs away, they play on the joystick—
two away, three away—pickle button, ripple.
A snout at the mirror roots toward empathy.

Trees send their warnings.
Mycelium sparks like neurons
through underground networks.

Ants frenzy—march off the hill,
down into the formicary:
a city inside a city,
three queens breathing one will.

Ghostly opposites shake the land,
stir the valley of pink moon abundance.
Wealth that is poverty tips the scales
of meagre omission, seeking transcendence.

Ods bodikin—at hand.

Magnum. Bruiser. Guns, guns, guns.

An evil manosphere rises, crescent-bright,
growing newer with each revolution.
Behind a row of false stars,
freedom balances on deliberate words.

—gosh all hemlock
—gosh all fish hooks
—gosh all Potomac, clip God’s nails

Chasing the great horn spoon,
vapors whisper of myrrhed snails.

A swarm of bees waggles directions—
fly to the first bloom in a burned-out forest.
Crows remember human faces,
teach cruelty to their fledglings.

Consarn it—

Women. Life. Freedom.

Headscarves wave—an oath in the negative optative.
Red tulips drift into sea mist and flotsam,
lily pads shudder under force majeure.
The world dismantles in the famine of war.

Lion women stand—silent as elephants—
returning to the bones of their dead.
Above a garden where octopi dream,
ships pass the strait’s stranglehold again.

Only Maryam. Gone—Magdalene.

Can we know peace
without the ritual—breast, heart, chest—
forehead to forehead, shared breath?
Can we hold the Pax experience?

Run toward birdsong through deception—
apples spiral across the sand.
Time runs toward the wolf of Montane,
into data, into control.

Domestic. Interior. Foreign.
Killboxes strip humanity bare,
scavenging the vacuum
of short-term stabilization.

Gadzooks—

“Zan, Zendegi, Azadi.”

Oppression through the gate,
masters of war on the slate.
Mercurial indignation turns—
circumambulate, divine feminism, endure.

Cease the ruin of memory and stone.
Oil drips from a land of abundance—
pistachio, saffron, fruit—
wealth under siege.

Machines brood.
Control rooms glow safe and hollow.
Zeroes bend toward eternity
while memories slip from the frame.

Bejabbers—

Women! Life! Freedom!

Caspian tigers—extinct.
A red dawn tilts the board of stones.
Circle the sands of Havilah—
Code nineteen mindhive turn toward freedom.

On nature’s laws, the rights of man depend.
Beech, juniper, chestnut—refugium.
A Persian leopard moves through leaf litter,
earth remembering itself.

Shir-zan—
perfumed, biblical, enduring—
dream the fragile dream of peace.

Lion women of Tehran,

stare down the Hyrcanian beast.
Take on the number. Refuse it.

Ex animo—
with alarm,
with heart.