humanity – Page 11 – poems 2 die for

SPACE

what is different
about this space?

its peaks, its valleys

white
noise, grey silence

the windows and doors
with their secret codes

(beg me, beg me
I may well tell you)

now you have read everything
every smidgen of text
visible or in-
visible

tell me what you have come
to comprehend

so far we
are from the grand muftis
and great principalities

together in collusion
syllable by syllable chipping away at
their stark foundations

sliding door moment for
those believing in change

contriving a space here
where we might

stockpile empathy
dole out kindness
dish to whom-
soever
is in dire need

shelter is needed
shelter is necessary

the song could
not be

clearer on this

come! Let me sing it for you,

then
(change in
tone

different key, switch in
pitch

and so let us
now adopt the pose
of silence

contemplate the world
(if any) beyond
this poem

this poem’s afterlife

so to speak
so to spreak

having this very moment
spoken space into existence.

ABOUT

ABOUT

so South is heading North
turning
things
around

the globe
in your bedroom
best turn it
upside down

South on
the Equator

giving its all
all that it takes

dreaming
a new vision

no more
Northern mistakes

so
South
heading North

simple
replacement;
this what it about

EVEREST someday someone will be the last speaking truth to power attacking the spin that has deceived the whole of humanity excluding those, of course, piled up happily, left to rot a real dead zone mountain higher than Everest

BEYOND (YOUR) EMBRACE

BEYOND (YOUR) EMBRACE no melding tonite your mind closing like an anxious wound infection, infiltration, metaphors of sickness seep still into the body politic have done so, I am afraid, since the beginning of time but the risk, you tell me, the danger sheer danger of reaching out whatever the payoff, whatever heaven in that yield risk run (you calculate) is catastrophic better to err on the side of hate

BATTLEFISH

BATTLEFISH

you thought
sea is for fish
but I know
it’s for battleships

if you cannot
see this

you know
nothing of religious narrative

nothing of the supreme
design and plan

RAW

RAW this war is raw it is tartare it is war that needs to smash everything slosh blood everywhere forget tactical principle it has other points to prove it is war where the bloodshed needs to be bathed in be tasted how otherwise will its glory be revered by all?

AND NOW WE KNOW

AND NOW WE KNOW and now we know a Heaven on Earth is not for sharing the beauty of its precincts matched by the horror of its walls and the power that is prayed for in its golden temples seem so cynical in the light of the multitudes who suffer in this life

TUMBLE

TUMBLE I saw you take a tumble fall off the stairway to heaven that great guitar riff playing in the background and so you fell plunged further hit harder than him hurled headlong in that poem by Milton the whole of humanity screamed at your fate demanded you be saved but you did not, could not budge your crimes, though spin-doctored were insanely terrible.

NOODLE

NOODLE far from anywhere in the city of Noodle people flattened by the shockwave here left them aghast at this branch of the species so much to learn, too little time in this state of decline our total destruction they fear

FROM A GLOBAL PERSPECTIVE

FROM A GLOBAL PERSPECTIVE
(MORE LIKE HOME)

the Earth is
our planet

it is
a sphere

here, I fear,
there is a
     disconnect

something is not
correct, far
from right

should have been
an oblong, a T-
square;
      a triangle, a prism,
a duodecahedron

would
     have suited us better

better fit
   for the way we think

felt infinitely
    more like home