poem poetry satire – poems 2 die for

SPECIES

maybe

as they

deepen

these divides
and dichotomies
are

not going to plunge the world
into civil war
upon civil war

no
   we could
find ourselves
            saved from self-
annihilation by the advent
of the
    simple, planet-saving,
evolutionary solution

allowing us
to species-split along
all seams,
do the most natural thing

become
as many kinds of hominid
as there are stars
in the firmament

since it seems impossible
that such an
outcome

will scarcely allow
us to
treat each other worse
than we
do now

or as
unequally, unjustly, and, yes,
genocidally

THANK YOU

thank you

I got your unsolicited
take on
global affairs and
current geopolitics

brilliant!
beautiful!

a masterstroke: who
would have thought
it was
all so simple, just
so obvious

and to think all this
from one
without a brain, who
never
opened a book

defies the limit
of the human imagination

UNLESS

Yes, what would I
what would we do
without you?

not a joke
and if a joke

not
such a good one

in all seriousness, you ask:
is there, could there be
satire in Heaven?

and me thinking
of loading the dice, going
to my grave
with my face painted

satire? Could it be possible
that they know
that tune
have that
music?
or are the strings of the harps
up there strung far
too tight?

if it is absent from Heaven
perhaps satire would
be conspicuously absent
from the other
place too

no place for criticism, correction
and logical exposure
when
all are condemned

torured
to the limit
for all eternity

beyond pointed comic comment

unless

WASP

HANNIBAL DIRECTIVE

HANNIBAL DIRECTIVE

Ah, yes,
the Hannibal Directive

thought that would mean
smashing your enemy
into a lake
or luring them into
a complete double
envelopment

not killing your own
people to avoid having to
submit

prisoner swops at
outrageous rates of exchange

OVAL

you came
with a circus

rather than a circle
of light

not a
show for the collective

but for
the singarity

the very concept of
the whole
flattened
into
an oval

the fruit of your tree
so unquestionably
pear-shaped

STAR TURN

star of your poet
star of your king

how could you
have let it get
so
lop-
sided

fall
into a black hole
become killing machine?

suck us
all in why don”t you
become all of our
writing

on the wall

sucking us in like
it was all pre-destined

sorry if we feel
no rapture at all

HE SAYS

HE SAYS

he says
I should write a poem
about war
against genocide
given what
is currently
going down

he has a point
but for me poetry
is about inner
landscape
self-
exploration

the sweet words uncovering
what it means
to have feeling

in a world
where everything that
had meaning

totally
gone

PROFESSOR OF POETRY

DREAMCATCHER

DREAMCATCHER

glad to see you installed
your dreamcatcher

hanging over your bed,
very best place to be

so many twists and turns
these days in the fabtic of the real

and therefore
one should position
this transcendent web

for
optimum screening

would not want
to find a baby xenomorph
and its twin

chomping their way through
your chest

to celebrate first breath
with the simultaneous
death of
its mummy and daddy

terrible in film, or real life,
let alone a dream

not that there are not
dreams more disturbing,
hideous and

altogether more poisonous

involving ships and planes
missile tracking radar and
self-
appointed
policemen of the seas