sweet louis
ignorant king
how crooked
is your manhood
to abolish any notion of you
amidst the terror
of your creation
we shall adopt
the republican calendar
within it
our july
becomes thermidor
no longer honoring the memory
of the fallen caesar
it is a time to destroy
superstition and fanaticism
know marie
never uttered a single word
about cake
creating a little napoleon
we eat the fire inside marat’s heart
three
ten-day weeks
choosing to annihilate
the existence of sunday
soon the people will forget
they ever had a religion to lose
controlling gods create common enemies
robespierre shan’t keep your head
from the national razor
we cannot save ourselves
from the undying urge
to be dying humans