WHEN IT KILLS
“As with many tragedies, our story opens in a moment of triumph.”
Dan Jones, The Wars of the Roses: The Fall of the Plantagenets and the Rise of the Tudors
Now we
see
how deep indeed
this story goes
how sure
the colour
in the rose
of itself
in every detail
its thorns
the truth
of its beauty’s cruelty
the colour
fixed on absolute
when
it kills.
RECALLING MR POPE
sound
echoing sense
but what if there
is no sense
rule of your nonsense
Mr Pope
descending into
the entropy
of brute power
I decline
to add
for why say anything
when gets so grossly filtered
crushed by the imposition
superimposition
of hideous, ruling
mythology
under which stone rubble
words die, asphyxiate
cannot breathe
AND SO
and so;
God showed Job
the small things
of the Universe
the fine
print
of his creation
as they
walked together
across the smouldering ruins
the fields of ash
the huge expression
catastrophic to
a fault
of those
who refuse
to see
who
do not read
BATTLEFIELD
butterfly
fluttered over
the battlefield
trench war
combined arms
cyber war
tanks
versus chlldren
butterfly was looking
for someome, anyone
to give some
kind of explanation
but we
are humanity
we kill in the name of
all we hold dear
incapable of
the art of transormation
COPERNICAN SYSTEM REVISITED
tellers of tales
doctors of spin
can get smothered
strangled in
all that
yarn
this
how the world demands
we do not
turn
eschew
revolution
history freeze
take
everything as it
comes, it falls
without (us) and
out of the blue, within
GLUE, CHEWING GUM, STICKY TAPE
glue, chewing gum,
sticky tape
its so fragmented now
how do we
stick it all
back together
without trying
to condense and collaose
one truth, one tale, one
way, a
single narrative
rammed down throats
with incredible pressure
(have
to go to
Sci Fi horror classic for
best available metaphor)
glue, gum
sticky tape
liberal application of
extraterrestial acid
NEED FOR GREED
you thought
it would be free and fait
and open and competitve
not that all these pinprick
brain heads
were attached
to the same
organism
metastasizing bigger than
the big bang
until it couldn’t
until big crunch comes together
and singularity sucks down
a hole
through which, who
can say
the mind of the universe thinks
up an infinitely better option
or slightly better one
for for humanity to
evolve again
of course
you will need greed
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
SPECIES
time travel back
to ancient Athens
they made Socrates
drink hemlock
on the grounds
of corruption
lucky for us
the charge did not stick
we saw
through thst
slander, laughed
at that spin
not that we have
the capacity to do that today
when we revere our leaders
for the lies
that they tell us
buy into the fake narratives
as our matter of
life our death
refuse to believe anything
that is not illogical
and ittational
as testament to the devotion
with which
we contrive our decline
time travel back to Ancient Athens
like an alien planet now
so distant in
space and time
MACHINE
sometimes I slip
into a bad
philosophical space
lose it in
my psyche
flirt with
falling off the rails
when it
comes to my own humanity
thinking
if you other,
you alien
no way
you think, feel like me,
we never
can
agree
our speech
never intersect, no
coincidence
within belief
shame on me
shame on me
I bleed, I desire, I want
I need
I fear
and Oh, my God, how
much I fear
and yet as you look
wonder
what you see
it could well be alien
I may be just machine
poems 2 die for