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
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
AND BUTTER
you butter
your bread
with genocide
got genocide
sizzling
on the stove
take it with
milk and three sugars
the taste
to sweeten
swing your fat arse
into the studio
there to pontificate
argue
the toss
(toss
the argue)
that genocide, by
very definition,
ia a crime
against humanity
that can never
be said to exist
BOMBED
we tried to shout out
to the angels
but somehow our calls
failed to get through
we spoke to the mobile service providers
but they were too
caught up in billing problems
and arrangements
defaulting customers who
despite issues of legality
they need to hunt down
make
an example of, wreak
revenge upon
meanwhile the angels
hear nothing but
sounds of children
getting bombed
so much for them
to ponder
without our political
and intellectual
explanations
wondering
what the Hell exactly
is going on
ASSURED
if it walks like a duck
quacks like a duck
must be a duck
unless
you refuse to believe
no way
it can’t be
but what if
the duck
is in a tank
firing shells
at hospital, a shelter,
a university?
what if the duck
is scoping you
and your family
working out
how the whole little
delectable loving
band of you
can be
his perfect shot?
what
about you though
no sense of duck, no
no sense of
goose
no sense of gander
no sense of where
duck becomes
a turkey
shoot
and, by definition perhaps,
equally
vice-
versa
or
where to
run to (if there
is anywhere)
who to
speak to
(everybody
ducking the question)
ducking the question
but not a hope
in Hell
of ducking
the fat
rocket
the big, big
2000 lb bomb
you standing there
in holy innocence
proclaiming
(not above the sound
of heavy
ordinance whistling)
it cannot be genocide
for
humanity
would be here to save me
if indeed it were
humanity
will save me
I am
assured
ABOUT GAZA
I wanted to
talk to you
about Gaza
because there
is so much confusion
about where you stand
you fill my head
with all these poems
so much
poetry
no use to anybody
poems that all those
who proclaim themselves
your most beloved
would say, do not
bear analysis, are
not worth the reading
are the product
of your antithesis
are openly blaspheming
and they are right
of course they are right
no point in my
attacking them, sanitizing them
throwing the proverbial
poetic kitchen sink
at them
in the name of the children
their shells
and bombs
are maiming, killing
IN THE LIGHT OF DAY
so you
like genocide
best
keep it
to yourself
privately
you can fill me
in on
why you
like it
what’s so
good about it
which if all the great
historical genocides
is your
favourite
did the most
for you
all things considered
when all this
has blown
over
in the light of day
BIRD
bird asked me
about human intelligence
wondered how
when we got wings
we became
such murderous beings
dropping two thousand
pounds of ultra high explosive
on a child lest
she grow up
not having been
denied the experience
to think for herself
speak
the truth and other
incalculably bad things
ForGIVE
foregive me
for nor laughing
or
if I did laugh,
the wrong
kind of laughter
when you talk
of murder, slaughter,
being
LIVEstreamed
the irony,
as it
should be
just too
much for me
ENTIRE
you have clocked us
and cluedoed us
and played
every
game
with us
to see the world
through photoshopped eyes
to switch on that strobe light
good for interrogations
but not for
viewing from a divine perspective
all you have dehumanized
stripped of humanity
millions of God’s image
murdered
each, as your great book says,
a Universe entire
poems 2 die for