Neoconservatism (Poem)

(October 2021. Written in a pair with Neoliberalism at Davenport Beach, while I lived on the coast for a while near Santa Cruz. It is one of the most beautiful areas I’ve ever resided, with at least four of the coolest beaches I’ve ever been to always seemingly empty and connected by cliffwalks. I had also just been dumped, and was trying to think about other stuff, so I guess I thought about this.)

Neoconservatism is an honest reckoning and shocking acceptance
Of what has always been the heart of conservatism—
The preservation of power by any means necessary—
And a recognition of what made their grandfathers
The most powerful men ever— the war machine,
The old crossroads bargain, blood for money,
Black magic cast by burning black blood of earth,
Selling great-grandchildren for more before birth,
A single internal combustion engine combining the minds of man
Nonrenewably, and so consuming more and more
To preserve less and less of egos once alive,
A self-destruct code which will not be satisfied
Until it has devoured every mind and material
And made all its own and dead.