THERE IS NO
there is no
poetry to survive
the six million
poetry dies
a death
each genocide
spicy left-leaning
socialist philosopher
from Frankfurt
made that
point with
finality and
killer succinctness
no landscape
ever worth writing about
once
the bombers have been
tanks
churned their way through
ploughing through fields
that never
can
be ploughed again
until
that horror, that pain
burned
into memory
is
thing lost to time
can no longer remain
SPRING
sound in mind hashtag
sound body politic
which meant quite understandably
that you felt much aggrieved
when I took the liberty
unconscionably to
disturb your Spring ethnic
cleansing
blundering into everything
spilled the beans, photobombed
the world detailing
the degree of
my shock as once-
faithful follower
so loyal as a
schoolgoer
but this was so
different, so untrue to
that history
here every body counted
(despite
efforts to the contrary)
every blood smear
detailed on
each horrific page
COME TO SHOVE
models of obedience
you had
your orders
to the letter followed them
down
to what
was said but
not written
down in
the ghost print
at the trial legalese triumphed
no one replayed
the footage
no jury there
to hear the screams
these were Patriots
sons of God without whom
the city falls the Duke
is breached
we
all get tortured in our beds
and so
canonized
that pure memory
floated up to Heaven
who would have thought
history could be so photoshopped
the picture edited
truth in the cuttings
left
on the floor?
the barn burning
what
beasts of burden herded
crammed in earlier
silent now
ss they pack up shoulder
arms
bust through to
the highway
push
come to shove,
innocent for all time
poems 2 die for