poem
begin page 119 | ↑ back to topNobodaddy Wakes from His Slumber (After Blake 12)
Why darkness & obscurity
In all thy words and laws
To Nobodaddy
He slept on his bed of shredded printouts more than fifteen years
After the Great Bear was slain. His triumph brief, he found himself
Shunted aside as liberals gloated and fornicated in the Holy Temple,
Where he alone had presided, where the sacred codes and secret pulses
From his vast network were downloaded, life-sustaining they were to him,
And without them he took to his bed and dreamed incessantly of Return,
While Dodd and his ilk grew emboldened and wove chains of regulation
Round his comatose-seeming torso. Beneath this deceptive slumber
Abstract Reason wove fantastic gambits in his brain, and when the Towers’
Crashing (foretold it was in a dream) woke him he had ready
New Orders, alive with power he drew from the Vault,
Constant Strife there would be, and crushing Control of the Imagination,
And Ashcroft his henchman rose like a statue on the hydraulic dais to proclaim them.