BARELY A WHISPER
the point at which
Policy
becomes
atrocity
first stage in
our ever-evolving
human hypocrisy
barely a whisper
from usual suspects, ink-
soaked saints
as we
hit stage the second
find atrocity
at prayer
hear its pleas for
the salvation of
total indemnity
often with barely
a whimper of regret at all
MONSTER
the mirror
is always there
follows you
screams at you
to keep looking
a mirror monster
may just
step
through
and you
sitting with your calculator
using calculus to
broach
the number of atrocities
you need to fit every piece
into the puzzle
see the landscape restored to
how you have always envisaged it
how it
has never been, perhaps
(logic, splitting fragmenting even
as we talk
through this)
will
never be
and the mirror monster at last
smothered under the holy rock
and stone of
countless tiny mountains
of atrocity
so many bones the foundation
of the Everest you are building
it is death zone up there
upon that glorious peak
poems 2 die for