Category Archives: genocide, poem, poetry

GONE

GONE

same street
same street

you are walking down
the same street
could switch to
automatic
    know this street
so well

same street
but not quite
the same street
not
   the same street
at all

street has, whoops!
gone
     hit by a stick
of huge dumb bombs

was here
    a second ago

now you see it

now you don’t

no one sees it
    street has gone

no one sees it
               no one

sees you

COMPULSION

COMPULSION locked and loaded driven and compelled all in lock-step all doing your part to make this truly obscene sometime if there is hope and guilt and shame to be found you will be returned to the pain doubt and uncertainty of your best humble selves without which you will never come to assess how you let your last shred of humanity kill itself in an orgy of murder turned ecstatic joy