SPIRITED AWAY
was stumbling through
the glowing embers of
downtown Cape
Town South Africa
so much of the collateral human
damage vaporized by
the strike from the SLBM
which got me thinking
(last thought I would have
as the insane Rad levels
began to get to me)
thinking
that if anything war
has taught us
dissecting a cat
is easier, more egregious,
and worse
a Sin
than performing any
such dissection on
an innocent human
at which, I guess,
you would tell me
no one
is innocence
power is everything
we get
what
we deserve
this I would loved to
debate with you at
my old university
perched
below the mountain
but I hate to think what
remains of that edifice
at the epicentre
of the blast
I’m pretty sure
it got spirited away
poems 2 die for 
This piece is haunting and visceral, blending apocalyptic imagery with philosophical musings on war, innocence, and power. The contrast between the clinical dissection of a cat and the destruction of human life underscores the poem’s bleak meditation on morality in the face of annihilation. The reference to the university—a place of debate and learning—now obliterated, adds a layer of tragic irony. The closing lines, with their eerie detachment (“spirited away”), leave a chilling sense of irreversible loss. A powerful, unsettling reflection on the cost of violence.
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Thanks. It was my response to a You Tube video on the Japanese horrific experiments on human beings and WW2 and also the precarious state of the world right now.
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