EQUATION
forces colluding
world’s colliding
alternate universes
splitting off, shearing away
whole
new molecules
springing into existence
as we
veer away, heading off
from the seismic to the cosmic races
all our mass turned
to chemical and photoelectric energy
by that short, titanic equation
that explains it all
RED LINE
wrote a red line
dug
a tiny trench
that you
might
read acknowledge
and absorb
see it as the sign of the forbidden
of ultimate peril
accept
that it might
be unwise to dare to cross
martyrdom not
a thing that I am
in any way inclined
to make
my choice of life, include
in my personal agenda
WHAT A WAR IT WAS
what a war it was!
existential:
you alone, standing
against humanity
a brutal battle, which
Praised be God you won
with your
devilish déception
heavenly weapons and
sublime technology
annihilating everything extraneous
alien to
your big picture
outside
core prophecy
returning the species
back
to the Stone Age
those few straggling remnants
you suffered to survive
what a war it was!
down
in the edicts
since Cain
first slew Abel
back at the blood dawn of time
PRAY CONTINUE
I am badly wounded
haemorrhaging everything
waiting for
your coup de grâce
drenched in blood
surrounded by
scraps and
pieces of what was
once humanity
bits of bone
embedded in the
brain-spattered altar
in this place of shelter
I am not quite dead yet
so pray continue
lest
I bear witness
still a mathematical possibility
I might survive
FOOL YOURSELF
don’t fool yourself
you are
not worth anything
not according to
this system
of reckoning
able to be given meaning
taken into
consideration
except perhaps
as casualty, as fatality,
statistic to be loaded into
collateral damage battle
assessment to
figure out the balance
of power
how our beautiful law
of attrition is
shaping up,
working out
how your slaughter night
be the absolute difference
between defeat
and victory
and
with victory
absolute vindication,
proof that we are fighting
on the side of God
ON THE WHOLE
Lovely eyes
but such
moral blindness
windows
to the soul
in your case
leading
nowhere,
.
unless
to abyss, hole
(tragic
on the whole)
PASSPORT
I lost my passport
to the land of atrocity
sadly, sadly,
so wanted to go
to internalize such evil
the kind which a single
eager-to-learn human being
needs
to take on board
in order to slaughter and
destroy
every person on the planet
wipe out the species
in pure, divine,
fully transcendental,
ultimate expression of
creative joy
KINDERGARTEN
sirens in the kindergarten
not for lunch
but as everything
beginning with
the letter B
is about to attack
some chuckle-face
throwing himself at Miss
asking good-naturedly
how do you spell “conventional”
how you write:
with the one
true God on our side, it is
with sadness and
profound regret
I have
just given the order
pressed the button
for nuclear attack
Miss,
face ashen,
wondering what, if anything,
will ever written again
YOUR STORY
the moment I stepped into
your boudoir, your bower
your magical
room
beyond all rooms
down otherside the main road
way
below the University
due South
of the Mountain
I realized our story
might be wonderful
but we
do not share
the same fairy tale
are of
misplaced and
out of key archetype
as genre goes
along that spectrum at
opposite ends
and yet for an instant that
branching moment of
entanglemen
of which the great
tale of
quantum tells
we looked at each other giddy
with the spectre
of possibility
and yet
not with the power to
rewrite, retell
do that zany, sexy Zarathustra thing
of breaking moulds
redefining all that hitherto
we were
and believed
about ourselves
SCRAPS
the spiritual ones
burnt the great libtary
came with their torches
under their god Emperor
a huge holy mob
blessed with the knowledge
of the splitting of
the atom
which art now lost
sadly forever never
again such
sublime
destructive power
all that remains of that
great wisdom, great
human
knowledge of
such apocalyptic potential
reduced to ash, molecules,
scraps
poems 2 die for