Pain On All Fronts-Lang Lee/Allen Ginsberg

Death On All Fronts "The Planet Is Finished" A new moon looks down on our sick sweet planet Orion's chased the Immovable Bear halfway across the sky from winter to winter. I wake, earlier in bed, fly corpses cover gas lit sheets, my head aches, left temple brain fibre throbbing for Death I Created on all Fronts. Poisoned rats in the Chickenhouse and myriad lice Sprayed with white arsenics filtering to the brook, City Cockroaches stomped on Country kitchen floors. No babies for me. Cut earth boys & girl hordes by half & breathe free say Revolutionary expert Computers: Half the blue globe's germ population's more than enough, keep the cloudy lung from stinking pneumonia. I called in Exterminator Who soaked the Wall floor with bed-bug death-oil: Who'll soak my brain with death-oil? I wake before dawn, dreading my wooden possessions, my gnostic books, my loud mouth, old loves silent, charms turned to image money, my body sexless fat, Father dying, Earth Cities poisoned at war, my art hopeless— Mind fragmented—and still abstract—Pain in left temple living death— Cherry Valley, September 26, 1969 Courtesy Harper Collins Publishers / City Lights Publishers