Günter Glieben Glauchen Glöben by Michael Robbins

tell me, if you know, why there's a darkness

Günter Glieben Glauchen Glöben

by Michael Robbins

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Says here to burn the rich and take their shit. 
I'm paraphrasing. I'm barely grazing
the surplus. Do the rich have inner lives,
like little lambs and Antigone? 
They never give me their money.

Bill Gates, the great humanitarian,
stands upon a peak in Darien.
I said Bill, I believe this is killing me. 
A sculptor sees the statue in the slab,
the shiv in the toothbrush. The stab. 

I plump for Red October. Sink or swim
or wade or creep or fly or soak
it all in kerosene. Miguel Hernández, 
tell me, if you know, why there's a darkness

on the edge of credit. My student loans?
Forget it. Burn it up. Let's go for broke.
Watch the shares go up in smoke. Nostalgia's 
just another word that starts with No.

The Second Sex (2014, Penguin Books)