Every chime an angel gets its wings
When the president turns out of control
Madman theory foreign policy into fact
Of a madman presidency and long litany
Of “that will never happen” happens again
We’re so finally at the real End of history
Staring rabid mad at the Last Apocalypse
In slinking animal form of mass extinction
Climate crisis never ever quick and unseen
By modern madman pushing us over edge
One of those Israeli bulldozers plowing up
All those pipes and wires and connections
Ripped out even missing in action species
Of life upon whom whole networks of life
Depend, oh, reach out and touch to retract.
James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. Van Looy leads the Labyrinth Creative Movement Workshop, which his Labyrinth titled poems are based on. His work appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.