humanity – Page 14 – poems 2 die for

SEED TO STORM

SEED TO STORM

seed to
perfect storm

let us
consider
that dynamic

explosive this energy
in the million
volt zig-
zag of its release

Nazaré
Teahupoo

surf that water mountain
until it crashes into
a swirl
of demented foam

when the world breaks for us
against us

when storm
supercharges our
lives

go with that flow
at ultra velocities

       plug yourself in
what
      else can you
                   are you

supposed to do?

seed to
perfect storm

storm to perfect seed

FOR YOUR DISINFORMATION

for your disinformation
we have a crop of lies
harvested for consumption

which it would be
mortal sin

for you
not to believe

and as for our narrative
it is exalted in its horror

to challenge it would be
to disrespect our untruth
true to
the horror that
by law of the cosmos
must ultimately be

for your disinformation
this is it
exactly,

everything to
be
blind to

all we
in our souls
are commanded to see

RUIN

RUIN

in the ruins
of a bombed-out city

(the bombing
destined tp continue
whilst the perpetrators
are still
at large)

an iconic, Teutonic soul,
philologist-philosopher by trade
and prescient mind
from a former
world-defining age

sits on a white plastic chair
more conspicuous target
it would
be hard to imagine

communing with past,
present future

citizen of the inescapable
State of Ruin

Kingdom of
Heaven

somewhat deconstructed,
polarized,

downward death-shifted

THING THAT

THING THAT

smoke, mirrors,
you have a thing
that falsifies

add on some wheels
bulld up
some steam can
subjugate the world
with ease

bluff, and distraction
what need
blades or bullets?

demolishing the truth
a right that that we see
we agree
can only be construed
as completely God-given

the smoke, all the mirrors
as Holy as can be

OVER

OVER

I killed you
as act of political revenge

which upset you
and shocked me when
you protested
your innocence

later
give and take and negotiation
and more give and take
and more and
more of the latter

the situation changed
no more thought of murdering
each other
over matters political

happy that
recourse to such violence

could only be the result
of neglect or jealousy or
bitterness
of a far more
intimate, homely, face-to-face variety.l

in the
final (by which
we mean
human) analysis

Killing each other for or over
love not seeming so bad.

We might
honestly kill each other
for the joy and
Hell of it

again and again,

FROM THE SOUTH

FROM THE SOUTH

South gives you an
wrong-way-up perspective

right way up
as we
see it
though

blood rushing
to your head, helps
you think better

in the Tarot
nobody clearer
in thought

more clued up
on the road to redemption, than
eye to the sky hanged
upside
down man

and so
I spoke to this soul
looking for liberation
and he
told me what to
tell you

which I
do relay here:

you are not
free from
and will
never
be
free from discrimination
(by the
sharpest of logical
definitions)

if you
do not
free yourself from
the Liberty
to discriminate against.

SHORTCUT

SHORTCUT

taking a shortcut
across the river
to the recruiting office

need to get there
before the apocalypse and
before closing time

running across the river
and through the rainforest
where
I can die next
to the bombed-out Church
like Sergeant Elias

defending freedom and
Democracy, for
the salvation of humanity
need
to put my
life on the line

before
closing time

cpuld have been dropped
by a purple haze bird with
voice
of a mini-gun

but my feet just
brushed the surface and
much to my My Lai rapture
I had
reached ths other side

about to enlist staightout
but they needed
to first test
my morality

wanted no Sergeant Pepper
dreamer imagining
peace upon
the
world
community in our time

all you needing

number nine

and me
      heading for the station
but it closing
                vanishing from
                               me

like the thing just apocryphal
thing
a complete mirage

and me
passing cross after
cross and
pyre
after pyre

no doubt in my mind
this the last battle, the finsl war

in the midst of fire and
death and blood

something feels reborn

HUMONGOUS

HUMONGOUS

human look
humongous
through
alien eyes

(forget any
cosmic romance
with sweet tentacled
creature)

the bodies we
born with

not
for light-
speed optimized

what spring and
bounce born with

gravity level-best to
be levelling

so here we be stuck
all can do
is wave as they pass
us
any cosmic, astral travellers

then
best write it off, crazy
to believe

when everything in
our Universe premised
on
plausible denial

GASHED

GASHED

a butterfly
flapping its wings

can tip
the scales
in a chaos dynamic

as can
as many bombs and shells
fired and dropped

onto an area
the size of a postage stamp

as dropped on Laos, Cambodia
and Vietnam entirely

to save humanity
from itself

lucky
     we have
                 the power of
these skygods
              to look out for us

this
the most angelic
of all butterfly effects

FOR THE GODS

FOR THE GODS

“which to Angels look like torment and insanity”
― William Blake

Made in the divine image
(thus
fabricated)

but how come
we get
so demonic

allow ourselves this
most poisonous pleasure

succumb to the devil
in us

from
time to time
to most
apocalyptic
of times

all the time
(that
divine image getting
pretty mutated)

and then (stop me
and contest this) when

we think the divine
we get
so divisive

cannot tolerate difference
become uniquely genocidal

and so
here the question begging
to be asked (so
superb in
question-
begging)

which of all these
blood-soaked, blood-
spattered
images

is the one with true sanction
the one

from above?

All
from

below
equally above.