The benzene completeness is the reality of phantasm
as history fables calendars and agendas:
Auerbach considers ‘the fate of Achilles
is Achillean’ cycle of imprisonment
inevitable in a whirlpool of traitors. Logic
of suicide bombers, eternally trapped in vengeance,
where ‘just cause’ is no way and every way out. In
the tower, a father and his sons are starved to death,
and the fate of the father, Ugolino,
is Ugolinian, as whole villages and towns
and cities are starved out of existence, the last
to perish garnering all hatred, delirious
with wrath and mordacity. It keeps the wheel
turning when muscles are wasted and gone,
conclusive stain of cannibalism
in the dark swirl of ice particles and saturate
unlight, where the sun can’t be located.
Look on! Needs must as each day dies
and we are condemned to this: no dog
was as disloyal, or allowed the chance to be,
leader of the pack given pack mentality,
alpha males will chew your ear off,
head to head, the hungry and the well fed,
perfect solution and perfect plan: perpetual motion,
enclosed system.