Destroying the World Is Fine

With the authorities, but
Implicit criticism
Of the authorities is
Not.
          The manipulation
Of bitterness is the gift
Of the demagogue, hungry
With longing for power.

The world that sloshes around
Our easily coshed-in skulls,
Floating like apples
In a barrel for bobbing,
Is full as water
Of invisible wonders
That thrive on rotting us all.