dehumanizatopn, genocide, writing, truth to power, black mamba, metaphor, animal, violence, political

MAMBA METAPHOR

you called me
animal

thought to
myself “that’s
a metaphor”

think I must be
an animal there just
to be stamped on
crushed, einsatzed and
gas chambered

and it is there in the script
in your vision of, and
for reality

         what you see
                      must become,
must be
even if you have to
slaughter all the children
animal children
of the rest of humanity
                     animal humanity

but my pen
is black inked and
silver grey on the outside

its nib
poised like a fang

ergo
    this poem, writhing and
striking
         exacting an absolute
price
from being
forced into this corner,
put in this posture

is a black mamba
it is my
      totem for the day
       my creature of choice

******

you called me
animal

thought to
myself “that’s
a metaphor”

throwing linguistic
Phosphorous in
your general direction

sticking you
with enough drops of
neurotoxin
to kill half
your army

I see
you still have issues, your
anger rising

anger born of fear
fear clinging to
survival

that evolution is about, all about
about only
the crushing of the weak
the triumph of the strong

so
    whilst you still can
whilst the venom is with
horrible curiosity
feeding
                    into your system
pressing
        every wrong button

throwing every wrong switch
disabling every
vital lever

finding out
what makes you tick
then smashing the clock

whilst we wait just a few minutes
for the demonic chemistry to work
behind this deconstructive
procedure

just
pass the torch on
you
will no longer
carry

slide into prayer and
plea for vengeance from

your slick
wooden god

*****

you called me
animal

thought to
myself “that’s
a metaphor”

sometimes they
are wild, unpredictable

can cross
into reality

this in
their nature to
follow their shadow, unleash
the dark program

remain dangerously true
to both
species and brand