MagnetOde, 3

Raised by repulsion from the nearest 
or attraction to the furthest pole,
over lode ranges levitating loxygenlessly, 
His Antigrav Grace.
Is it the spirit of Ed Headrick, 
his frisbeing free from his body,
tho’ underwhelmed by his halo, an aureate Aerobie?
Or is it a crimson crow? No: Magneto. 

If the posthuman is a Pandora’s box,
he’s its inexorable crowbar, 
Evolution’s new broom. 
Natural Selection a sovereign reinstated 
by übermenschlich new bar, 
master who has no call for crowbars or keys, 
tinopeners, boltcutters, 
or knurling, 
or bending his mag-knees, -toes 
when lifting marines outta degaussed exosuits 
by the scruff of their dogtags
- let them hover till they hang! 
 
Basketballingly belittling, curlynealing 
an Abrams by the cannon on th’end of his index,
coz round his pinky imperious 
Magneto twists electrons’ spins & orbits.
Awesummoning electromagnetic pulses, 
w/ big bogoff SHA-KOOM! shockwaves,
he brings B-52s & chinooks 
to book  (i.e. The Book of the Devil Valley Master
from 4th century BC China). 

& as for the F-22 Raptor
-  watch out, that’s a brandnew…Oh, scrapt 
interceptor. Steel its Achilles’ heel,
mankind’s  collective military might 
humbled into a junkyard on high, 
a giant junk gyre crinklin’ & creakin’,
scraping & chiming as all modernity metallurgic
is mashed about the ambit of the carcrusher eye
of his chrome Charybdis in the sky.
Vast & vortical vectorfield realised in lithe steel, 
seething silver stratospriral o’ swirly enswallowment 
straddles Megiddo, accretion disc of armoured ooze 
l/ a platinum worldwreath. 
But no condolence means Magneto.
No large Hadron collider had to collude in 
this blingedout black hole,
where to winged lemming death 
warbirds & magnetoceptive real birds are misled.  
Everyone's ethmoid bones magnettickled, 
lapsed biocompasses soaking up teslas & oersteds
till hysteretic lagnetism heated up 
our gone cold prehistoric senses of direction,  
bearings on fire f’hours 
after his fingers apocalypclicked
a billion ballbearings to buckshot
human liberation heavens heavy w/ weaponry.