genocide – Page 4 – poems 2 die for

WEREN’T WE?

weren’t we
supposed to hold
up the mirror
to human nature

not let it fall
splinter, shatter

crash and burn, break
into a billion tiny
diamond-bright pieces

jagged shards, blood
soaked, blood
painted, bloody

never to be fixed
never
to be returned
never reclaimed
never restored

all those bits of light
dancing in the Sun grotesquely

hold
up the mirror
to human nature

who the fuck, nowhere
near his right mind
came up
with that idea

(go not pass go
leave the planet
sail steadfast, venture into the cosmos
cross
the galaxy

not, never
in a trillion lifetimes

nothing out there
to mirror what
we
might well be)

weren’t we?

BELIEVE

have the taste
of death in my mouth

can only believe
you got it too

now we smell,
we hear, we see
what all
your words mean

we look right through
your camouflage of light

into a darkness
no one should believe

we
all believe

AARON

a flame flickers

a fire burns

quick! blanket this
snuff out
whatever significance

we cannot let the truth
proclain itself

raw, unprocessed
searing

we need the truth
to be sliced
and diced

carefully curated
mutilated

HOW

how shall
all this remembered

find its way
into the the books

be retold
by the old folks

taught
in the clsssroom?

will this desperate spin
you are Hell-bent
on manifacturing

find its way from
your dizzy life-ignoring,
image-igonoring
brains onto
revered pages?

or will history be
your bitch
as truth is now?

BLOOD

I whitewashed
my poem

silly me
I got all my facts wrong

good job
the mainstream
media was
on hand
to correct me

poet nobody
cleans up his act
at least now
I might make
some kind of
headline

worth the whitewash
restoring the page
to its pristine blankness

worth
all the effort picking
up the body parts
mopping
up the blood

PLOY

it was my ploy
to throw some
poetry at you

see if it hits
before you
close me
down

see if it
sticks
in your flesh
like a longbow
arrow fired
at the battle of
Agincourt

and seeing how
I struck you so
grievous
this glorious shot
might incite
some band of
brothers
to loose some volleys
upon your insidious
self

send you off to a place
where you

should feel nore
             at home and
we shall
be so much safer

GONE

same street
same street

you are walking down
the same street
could switch to
automatic
know this street
so well

same street
but not quite
the same street
not
the same street
at all

street has, whoops!
gone
hit by a stick
of huge dumb bombs

was here
a second ago

now you see it

now you don’t

no one sees it
street has gone

no one sees it
no one

sees you

WITH WHAT PASSION?

with what passion
do you make love
Oh my sacred soldier

returning from duty
returning from the kill?

does it excite her
that she can smell
death on you, taste
the predator inside
of you

do you murder each other
ecstatic touch upon
ecstatic touch

no seeming end to
your divine lust

the whole night through
the lurid love
that you do here
fulfil

viewed
       here
     through the cold, dead, eyes of those
     tortured, slaughtered,
                         mercilessly abused

a different,
alien perspective

ONCE AND FOR ALL

was talking to you
but then
you evaporated
tried to speak
more loudly
but it was
to no avail

but what is space
anyway
but a construct
of gravity
when we are hurtling
in our group
of forty galaxies
towards some
great attractor
billions of light years
away in space

hundreds of kilometres
a second
how do you even
start to
wrap your mind around it
but for relativity
such a speed would
be impossible
to comprehend

and
the fabric of the Universe
expanding above light speed
about to strip
the stars
away from us
and all else

this and more
I get from skimming through
all those YouTube channels
finding an
alternate politics
to chart how deeply runs
the establishment lie

pictures of the war, of
slavering holy savagery

mind-bending theories
of our origin, identity
and destination

disasters to
end the planet
once and for all

I was going off and this
when they decided it
was right
and proper

a political necessity
to turn you
and your world
to ash and rubble

an insane vision
that somehow,
for my sins, I do not share

DESERVING OF THE WORST

evil never wins
I said this and
evil collared me
demanded I be
silenced
as a self-confessed
proponent of the evil
of anti-evil
and therefore deserving
of the worst that
evil can throw at me

and I have watched
in horror the workings
of your great and good holy
chosen nation evil

watched
how pure
the sickness of its anti-
human cruelty can be