anti-pro*

the talking pigs
under the paper trees
sit in chairs
and wear white sleeves
they speak great things
[and know terrible thoughts]
they paint pretty pictures
and they connect the dots

[day]

they huddle and meet
[preferably] in brick houses
together like secrets
stuck on the roofs of mouthes
they worship the signs
[and they sign the warships]
they pay to the lords
and pray to the lordships

and all the while
at work they sing:
never-the-less
always-the-more
anti-pro anti-pro
anti-pro some more
always-the-more
never-the-less
anti-pro anti-pro
anti-pro for less

the tired pigs
over the paper leaves
take off their ties
and roll up their sleeves
they huddle like livestock
[and pant like machines]
welcomed by animal slumber
[and plagued by human dreams]

[night]

they grasp and grope
as they hop into bed
they twist and turn
with the things they've said
the grey in their eyes
condense into black
[and the kingdom that once welcomed them
does not welcome them back]

and all the while
in sleep they hear:
anti-pro anti-pro
more or less
anti-pro anti-pro
anti-pro-gress
anti-pro for your country
it's not what you can do
anti-pro for your country
it's what it does to you

[anti-pro anti-pro
it's what it does to you]



* The symbol is that of the International Atomic Energy Agency. The piece isn't against them or anything (or at least, not that I am consciously aware of). I'm just fascinated by their symbol.