"The Name of the Father"

Here's a little anti-NWO poem for you. For another great example of this form, check out Randall Mann's poem "Order" in the April issue of Poetry.
 

The Name of the Father

            The night: dark, unspeakable,

            You came crawling from

            The antediluvian mud.

            The serpents whispering oaths.

            You come to the granite manse

            Where the owls watch

            And watch. Speaking,

            “Weaving spiders come not here.”

            Inside, The marble halls

            Are cool and orderly,

            The busts, Apollonian.

            But the serpents whisper still.

            The banquet hall is full tonight

            The teacups brim with blood

            For all the carnivores of Athens.

            For Hegel and Demosthenes.

            In the final room where the mainframes hum

            The technicians calibrate and recalibrate

            A heart pulses a flood of electrons

            In its center, the glowing red eye.

            In its center, the glowing red eye

            (A heart pulses. A flood of electrons).

            The technicians calibrate and recalibrate.

            In the final room where the mainframes hum

            For Hegel and Demosthenes.

            For all the carnivores of Athens

            The teacups brim with blood.

            The banquet hall is full tonight,

            But the serpents whisper still.

            The busts, Apollonian,

            Are cool and orderly

            Inside the marble halls.

            Weaving spiders come not here

            And watch, speaking,

            Where the owls watch

            You come to the granite manse.

            The serpents whispering oaths,

            “The antediluvian mud

            You came crawling from.”

            The night, dark. Unspeakable.