"Death On All Fronts" lyrics

"Death On All Fronts"
(poetry by Allen Ginsberg)

A new moon looks down on our sick sweet planet
Orion's chased the Immovable Bear halfway across the sky
From winter to winter. I wake, earlier in bed, fly corpses
Cover gas lit sheets, my head aches, left temple
Brain fibre throbbing for Death I Created on all Fronts
Poisoned rats in the Chickenhouse and myriad lice
Sprayed with white arsenics filtering to the brook, City Cockroaches
Stomped on Country kitchen floors. No babies for me
Cut earth boys & girl hordes by half & breathe free
Say Revolutionary expert Computers
Half the blue globe's germ population's more than enough
Keep the cloudy lung from stinking pneumonia
I called in Exterminator Who soaked the Wall Floor with
Bed–bug death–oil: Who'll soak my brain with death–oil?
I wake before dawn, dreading my wooden possessions
My gnostic books, my loud mouth, old loves silent, charms
Turned to image money, my body sexless fat, Father dying
Earth Cities poisoned at war, my art hopeless
Mind fragmented—and still abstract—Pain in left temple living death


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