KILLER
daleks and poets
it is the old antagonism
they have their bombs
and wire and goebbels-bibles
we have
our metaphors and
satire that can kill
and now we are free range
and open targets
better we genocide
them “the people” say
but
we are sitting
on ancient weapons,
your words
rallying to our cause are
exposing your
bleakness
rebelling against you
even
as you speak
(if you call it speech)
and
come to think of it
cowboys and aliens
in the sacred spot of their
crash landings
this is a juicy antagonism
turned connection
the cosmos putting this
planet to
strangest use
(a poem
here
never
make the news)
poems 2 die for 