TO END ALL WARS
you call me
an animal
but you
are the ones
who kill
poets
shoot them
through the back
of
the head
civilized style
execution style
and amongst animals
who could be
less worthy of
life
than poets
what poet anywhere
(looking at
you, Wilfred Owen,
Erich Maria Remarque)
did their bit
for humanity
by winning a war
(the war to end all wars)
ARIEL
Looking for a tunnel
to hide in
not to
shoot from
roll mines
into
looking for paper
to write on
got no pen and ink
have to use
my finger
and the blood
seeping through my skin
heard an interview with
a veteran
touched my heart
switched sides
he moved to align
himself with humanity
away
from war machine
no use to them now
at all
at all
lost his tunnel vision.
ON BOARD
you made yourselves
into gods of chaos
chaos
that proceeds orderly
methodically
has lists
moves street
by street
wiping out, missing
nothing
could not be
more thorough
having learnt from
its horrific encounters
with the
demons of the past
terrible demons that
cast a monstrous forever
shadow
hook, line
and sinker
precise depths of that evil
turned
rational
taken on board
IN
you are in
now
we have bolted
you in
closed all the hatches
no escape
it’s our lenses
you will be looking through
you will be wearing our
combat masks, goggles,
glasses and visors
our Kevlar that stops
the bullet with your
name on it
nothing personal
from your enemy, they
just hate you
now you are just like,
in fact identical,
to every other
killing machine
you are
in now
no way of telling
when, if, you can ever leave
HYPOCRALPSE NOW
loving the smell
of white phosphorous
in the morning
will he still love
you if you script
all this a la Apocalypse Now?
will he promise you
sign of sanction and
spiritual favout
that is
yet another
overwhelming victory
or is he taxing your faith
testing your strategic patience
by making this
a possible new
battle of Stalingrad,
advances only in inches
forward or
underground
stop start
stop start
pity when it comes to
kill ratios even if
targeted and
supremely intentional
collateral damage figures
(including toddlers, infants
women and pensioners)
cannot
be allowed to
seriously count
but there is no Kurtz and ghere
is no river
no Dantesque journey
through the circles
of Hell
which makes no sense in a wotld
where it has become
impossible to differentiate between
our
angels and demons
gods and devils
where everything and
everyone have their unique insane
totally
clueless plan
to deal with the shadow of
all evil
by massacring everybody
since
we can no longer
be saved
cannot
save ourselves
poems 2 die for