Tag Archives: genocide

SPECIES

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
    

THERE IS NO

THERE IS NO

there is no
poetry to survive
the six million

poetry dies
a death
each genocide

spicy left-leaning
socialist philosopher
from Frankfurt
made that
point with
finality and
killer succinctness

no landscape
ever worth writing about
once
the bombers have been

tanks
churned their way through

ploughing through fields
that never
can
be ploughed again

until
that horror, that pain
burned
into memory

is
thing lost to time
can no longer remain

BODY OF EVIDENCE

BODY OF EVIDENCE

the jury is out
cannot

reach a verdict
in the streets, in their
backyards for
those with
ears to hear a
body of evidence

strewn everywhere
bodies of evidence
high as
a hillock, still
piling up

vast
as a mountain up
there in its
death
zone where
no human
might breathe

the jury is out
out on a limb
severed limb
of humanity

there
is no justice, will never
be justice

we are all under judgement
all in balance

judges hanging
from every lamppost and tree

COME TO SHOVE

COME TO SHOVE

models of obedience
you had
your orders
to the letter followed them

down
to what
was said but
not written
        down in
the ghost print

at the trial legalese triumphed
no one replayed
the footage
    no jury there
to hear the screams

these were Patriots
sons of God without whom
the city falls the Duke
is breached
we
all get tortured in our beds

and so
canonized
that pure memory
floated up to Heaven

who would have thought
history could be so photoshopped
the picture edited
truth in the cuttings
left
on the floor?

the barn burning
what
    beasts of burden herded
crammed in earlier

silent now
ss they pack up shoulder
arms
   bust through to
the highway

push
come to shove,
innocent for all time

MOON

MOON

only a spring recoil away
from evil in motion

truly malign action
genocidal event

for which
     technology off
on a whim serving as the
great multiplier

distance from the blood
that sticky sweet to
the touch
      never gets washed off

but what
the eye does not see

the heart can Enola Gay over
stay fuzzy, misdirected

as from over the hill
over the horizon

they send the first strike
that removes all the worry
of retaliation

and there it is
engine of war, motor
of history

carting us off over
a shameful moon

GENOCIDE


GENOCIDE

genocide
is a
floating signifierl

they do it
do it
we
do it

you do not
however i am
sure
    lcontradictipn
In terms
do not
do it
could  not do it
could not
even think it at all

and while ,  meanwhile,
the soul of humsnity
rushes itself
to rapture
drowning in blood
and viscera

i have to dig deep,
trepan, drill
into skulls scoop
out with dessert spoon

to find any sign or
admissable
evidence

of that
slippery word at all


SPEECHLESS

SPEECHLESS

you were
the one who
left me speechless

when your lips
moved
so did
the stars

the raw beauty
to skittle me
Queen Ace King
Jack Ten
top to
bottom
a flush of hearts
and many loved you
my firm
belief
they found you
untamable
but once i held
you close
    instantly
my
goddess
    beyond all space
and time

but now, when
last we spoke
it was a dark,
peverse loyalty
to
   the murderous instincts
of the tribe

whose path
        must lead
to dire inhumanity, genocide

taking the startling beauty
from those fine eyes

blind to the horror
skewed by its lies