media – Page 2 – poems 2 die for

A BONE TO PICK

what you said
on TV months early
if not sanctimoniously
then with astonishing conviction

I sat on your front lawn
my campfellows battling
to resurrect children
fitting mashed
body parts together

I sat there Googling
desperately for
a technology of salvation

when the ghosts of those
slain when you made
your case
that for reasons of
defensive measure
the slaughter
must continue

marched up silently
to your front door
informing you
ever so
ever so
politely

that if
could spare the time
they did indeed
have a bone
to pick with you

AWAY

GLIB YOU ARE

glib you are
in defence of the narrative

perfectly tactical
in fighting for
the consummate ideology

astute
you are
in pocketing
the kick-backs
off camera

circumspect you are
in submission
to ultimate
authority

glib you are
day in
day out

loyal to a fault
and lying through your teeth

AT ALL COSTS

When your whole narrative
is a lie

whole thing, all
three acts,
start to finish

you have to defend it
at all costs

dig in, buld ramparts,
lay mines
they shalt not pass

take no
prisoners, no surrender,

you have no idea
as to what a terrible, unforgiving,
merciless enemy

the truth can be.

CATCH UP

your lies
are going to catch up with you

all those untruths
fantasy fabrications
coming home to roost

returning
with a vengeance
karma
(that boomerang
principle)

it is a
theoretical, theological
necessity,
an empirical fact

switched
to remote targeting
hunting you down
.
no use screaming
crying
swearing innocence
denying everything
plausibly
implausibly

pleading with your lirs
flattering them
as tp their sheer
beauty, supreme
inventiveness

telling them that they are
your frankenstein
creations
monsters steeped
in the secrets of power

havibg sown
such much death, damage
and disillusionment

killed so many they
should be
to you
as children to
a Father
worshippers
to.a god

no, my friend, my lying friend,

what
goes around
comes around
they have not a shred
of belief in you

sad sad to say
they are here for us all
to rip you apart

TEETH

thanks
for the interview

which should
have happened
years ago

might then
have meant something

for what am I to say to;
share with ye avatars of empty

puppets and
stooges
political appointees

what
do you know of the word
and true human sensibility

your brains burnt rotten
but such
photogenic teeth

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

MOREOVER

got shot
at point-blank range
but you say
I ran straight
into a bullet

a good bullet
moreover

one that knows
the difference between
right and wrong

a silver bullet, a golden
bullet, a Willy Wonka
eternal
gob-stopping bullet

made by the great
celestial munitions factory

over the rainbow
before that got
shot to shreds

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

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