Analysis of Stooges Apotheosis

The tintinabulation of their skulls,
inchoate sons of Khaos, immortal fools,
resounded like cathedral bells
with peals ecclesiastical.

Incarnate nesience, demiurges crude,
their tantric trantrum apocalyptic scenes
wrecked monuments of rectitude
in carnage commically Orphean.

Turban, top hat, baseball cap;
no matter what the trappings,
they were divine impostors from
the bungled heart of things:

a cosmos inscrutably and violently dumb
where misrule calls the tune,
and laughter is a thunderclap
of the gods applauding ruin.