dehumanization – poems 2 die for

ANIMAL

call me animal
I will be

stuff
of nightmare

the worst animal
you could possibly imagine
and then some

can tear the gates of civilization
one-shot
off its hinges

with
my bare hands, if
you can call them hands

tell me I’m a monster
and before you even
looked up front your notes
on the lectern

a thing will be approaching
as fast as a mamba
here
to help you redefine
your monstrous terminology

add something, that little
je ne sais quoi
to
that utter vicious ugliness

which
you cannot (dare
not ) see but

whose holy truth is
your mirror reflection

HERE

here is my poem
poem I am so proud of

you tore
out of my book
ripped
out of my mouth

plundered
from my body

buried
in deepest
hole imaginable

since contrived,
created

to be part of our conspiracy
we
animals
non-people

BENJI

BENJI

oh benji
your irrational state
is in an
itrational state

almost much
hysterical of
late

shuffled out of synch
your brains
in that case

I do not see
a superhuman fate

TEETH

TEETH

savages
cowards
animals

whirring blades blend
and then, Oh
my God; what a smoothie!

blades that whir at high speed
good for mowing, great
for a disposal unit

metaphors becoming
so displaced
cannot keep
up
with historical events

and how indeed
shall this history
be written

by tattered text of the crushed
lately bone
and ash

the lightning writing on the wall
of truth all so suddenly
lying through its teeth

ANIMAL

animal
you call me
an animal

so now I think I know
where this leads
think I know
where
I stand

somewhere in
that dark privileged space
it is an insult to
biology
to call a brain

thoughts of the tried
and trusted: turning me
into soap, lampshades, fertilizer

maybe
I should just
shapeshift

out of your way

or maybe
shapeshift inside you

do what
animals do

helo you redefine
your notion of horror

MAMBA METAPHOR

MAMBA METAPHOR

you called me
animal

thought to
myself “that’s
a metaphor”

think I must be
an animal there just
to be stamped on
crushed, einsatzed and
gas chambered

and it is there in the script
in your vision of, and
for reality

         what you see
                      must become,
must be
even if you have to
slaughter all the children
animal children
of the rest of humanity
                     animal humanity

but my pen
is black inked and
silver grey on the outside

its nib
poised like a fang

ergo
    this poem, writhing and
striking
         exacting an absolute
price
from being
forced into this corner,
put in this posture

is a black mamba
it is my
      totem for the day
       my creature of choice

******

you called me
animal

thought to
myself “that’s
a metaphor”

throwing linguistic
Phosphorous in
your general direction

sticking you
with enough drops of
neurotoxin
to kill half
your army

I see
you still have issues, your
anger rising

anger born of fear
fear clinging to
survival

that evolution is about, all about
about only
the crushing of the weak
the triumph of the strong

so
    whilst you still can
whilst the venom is with
horrible curiosity
feeding
                    into your system
pressing
        every wrong button

throwing every wrong switch
disabling every
vital lever

finding out
what makes you tick
then smashing the clock

whilst we wait just a few minutes
for the demonic chemistry to work
behind this deconstructive
procedure

just
pass the torch on
you
will no longer
carry

slide into prayer and
plea for vengeance from

your slick
wooden god

*****

you called me
animal

thought to
myself “that’s
a metaphor”

sometimes they
are wild, unpredictable

can cross
into reality

this in
their nature to
follow their shadow, unleash
the dark program

remain dangerously true
to both
species and brand

INCONVENIENCE

I am an inconvenience.

The outs
outweigh

the ins.

Suddenly I am a
question that
leads into an issue
that creates a problem
in need
of a solution

that will
speak bare faced

only after generating
euphemism
upon euphemism

euphemism to
                       truth
         being as absence
                       is to death.