
"Addicts"
Updated Tuesday, March 3, 2009, at 6:50 AM ETClick the arrow on the audio player to hear Carol Muske-Dukes read this poem. You can also download the recording or subscribe to Slate's Poetry Podcast on iTunes.
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Monsters, all of them. The ones who
gave one life, the ones who take life
Back. The big bloodbath: Family
Romance and hot woe: the Mom
Who shoots up, the Dad who flashes—
Sex fiends, hand-cranked snakes-in-
The-grass, uncles, aunts, boys & girls,
Gay & straight, rocketing up and down
The twelve steps to confront the big
Mocked sad-as-shit Self, mirrored
In the Times by the Depts. of War
& Good Works: breathing life
Back into those we need to kill
To restore Peace. There will be
Heaven-sent ideologies: every
Religion tweaked and sold like crystal
Meth. In the heart, in the vein—
What passes for Populism is
Set forth by the guy on the internet
Who wants to be eaten alive. Buddy,
We all want to be eaten alive, isn't
That finally It? You, me, a bottle of
Chateau Y'quem (1945), some techno-
Lute, Catullus' words piped in, just to
Keep us honest: and then, the Donner
Party all over again, but by choice this time.
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