poem, poetry, war, satire, – poems 2 die for

WARRIOR

WARRIOR raw farmer land stealer we that being the writers and intellectuals that survive will divest you of that coat of light dump true dark self in the dock ship you off far far away where you dare hurt nobody get you to sit in solitary explain yourself to yourself dark and light selves in their bitter final conflict

MANDATE

MANDATE

we combed
the galaxy

looking for protein

searching for
wonderful, strange, intelligent,
civilized moral beings

scoured the cosmos
every chink
and crevice

beings that
as is
our mandate

we might colonize
eat
and kill

SUREFIRE

Ah, yes,
social Darwinism
be your inclination
pitbull terriers —
they
are your thing;

but would you pit, against
a tank, this,
or some other poem

without ceramic armour,
without armour-piercing
depleted uranium shell?

For all
poem got going for it
is knowledge of shadow, and
pulse of humanity

and that is
sure-fire defeat, on
hiding to nothing,
as a Nobel Laureate does suggest
himself suggest

Oh, if only tanks could be
stopped in their tracks
by bloke
with shopping bang

barrels get so stuffed with
gorgeous flowers things
might
misfire; shells
and bullets simply melt

in the face of all
         that sweetness and light
(and
     metaphor, let
us not forget)
the antennae
   of the species
       wrote on paper, in clay,
on the digital universe

who dare order?
what dare fire?

but then, who has ever
really talked to the mind of a tank?