Clairvoyancing Seven & Eight

beneath a totally divergent sun.
But there are days I wonder if there’s more
to what I heard than gibberish amiss—
indigenous, an interlocutor
between the decade and its coming sin,
four months before they slayed its paladin:

“After Dallas tolls the Tonkin Gulf,
resolved to multiply its Nam by blood
in country, while prime cities divide within
proof negatives of X and King, the flood
incites an acid course via LA
then My Lai, bringing to light its auto-da-fe.”

(complete poem to date here)