In a roaring flood from the prison wall of Egypt to the minarets of al-Aqsa,
the movement orchestrates the break-out between the river and the sea, from the water to the water,
in which a part of the Apartheid Wall was pulled down by Palestinians in the West Bank,
and in which the resistance was a mere six miles, depth of the ocean, from bi-
secting the temporary entity.
And inside the Watergate Hotel,
where the Watergate break-in at the DNC headquarters was orchestrated,
and where some of the Zionist delegation stationed themselves outside the gates of Eden,
a revolt of anti-genocide activists released the eleventh plague of Egypt:
maggots to let the Canaanites go.
In Roman religion,
spirits of the departed become Lares, “tutelary gods,”
great guardians if they are good,
else they become Lemures or Larvae, “wicked spectres.”
And in gay science,
souls of the dead become Larvae when they are bad,
become insect larvae when the sodomites are sinful,
and grubs when buggers bug the bigots.
Ghosts of revolting prostitutes transform, mutate, metamorphose
into worms when they misbehave, act bad,
whore it up, UP THE WHORES!
And phantoms of street transvestites transfigure, 变态, become “abnormal,”
and transmogrify into maggots when they cross-dress,
transgress, ACT UP.
Vengeful ancestors,
revenge of the wretched of the earth,
set free the trigger sound of homophobes:
the laughter of our larval children.
And terrible fury,
anger of the convicts of hunger,
is let go from tense muscles,
turned loose on the usurper’s decaying flesh.
The mouldy body politic of a dying colonialism,
the putrid organs of end-stage imperialism,
is eaten by the maggots of fruit flies.
And an Emergency of mak nyah, Malay “trans women,”
consume the rotten offal of the late British Empire,
spoiled carcass of the charter ethno-class.
A peer-reviewed journal article asks the question,
“What do two men kissing and a bucket of maggots have in common?”
And the answer is that they rhyme:
a bucket of maggots, and a couple of faggots.
And this girlfag asks the question,
What else do a bucket of maggots and a revolt of faggots have in common?
And the answer is that the latter becomes the former,
breaking down the corpse of Stern and gang.
Larvae of martyrs liquefy the yellow spots of necrotic retinae in the butchers of
Beirut,
decomposing eyes looking like the olives whose trees the settlers set fire to,
and feed on the wormy innards of a gutless, invertebrate Ben-Gurion.
And maggots of Larvae devour the flyblown entrails of Balfour,
feast on the festering viscera of Attlee and Churchill,
treat the wounds of Gaza, and stimulate growth.
Shades of the restless dissolve the British colonial penal code,
disintegrate homophobic laws from the whited sepulchre,
anti-buggery acts from the perfidious Albion, Sykes-Picot country,
a crime against nature on the White Cliffs of Dover.
And apparitions of our dead melt sodomy laws from overseas,
Metropolitan England covering with golf course sod Gadigal country,
unceded occupied territory turned to Moore Park, TERF Island land,
turf of settlers killing in the name of terra nullius, “a land without a people.”
Larvae vomit a witch’s brew of digestive enzymes to absorb the misfolded
proteins,
“prions,” an anagram of “prison,” brain disease of the cannibalistic daemons,
giants that assimilate empires, republics from Gallipoli to Southern Africa.
And larvae accelerate the downfall of the Occident, Europe the sick man of the world,
White Australia the white scars of trachoma and the burning of white
phosphorus,
and will pupate in the soil of stolen land under siege from Lake Mungo to Ramallah.
And in one limitless flood from the fresh water to the brine, between the Dead
Sea and the Sea of Galilee,
the lake from which the ichthys returned, like a salmon run, to the place where John the Baptist christened Jesus the Nazarene,
the Jordan River flows past Eve and Adam’s, the Garden, to be crossed over by the martyrs entering the Promised Land of a free Palestine.
And in one repeating tide from the saltwater to the rainforest and spinifex, the water cycle between the Red Sea and Port Botany,
faggots rise up to the settlers’ dinner on the criminal Zionist’s war table, still warm, walk into the coloniser’s hotel, and set free a revolt, riot, mutiny
of Larvae to repulse, repel, rebel, spectres of the Stone Intifada that haunt the dead-end entity, and spectra of our Stonewall that trouble the transient rainbow!
