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WITH WHAT PASSION?

WITH WHAT PASSION?

with what passion
do you make love
Oh my sacred soldier

returning from duty
returning from the kill?

does it excite her
that she can smell
death on you, taste
the predator inside
of you

do you murder each other
ecstatic touch upon
ecstatic touch

no seeming end to
your divine lust

the whole night through
the lurid love
       that you do here
fulfil

viewed
       here
     through the cold, dead, eyes of those
     tortured, slaughtered,
                         mercilessly abused

a different,
    alien perspective
        

FLAME

FLAME

so committed
to the horror
they ignore,
overlook, suppress
the flame

Oh, brief terrible candle,
do you not know
that it is possible
for the atoms
in your body
to reach critical mass?

that you could blow
like a regular backya
plutonium warhead
take out a street, a city,
a neighborhood

and even then
they would not listen
would find
the spin to
cover their sins
hide their complicity
deflect all blame

but you burn small
tiny, a brief candle,
your death your own
no spreading
no lingering

sign of how deep
it runs, all
the refused shame

ONCE AND FOR ALL

ONCE AND FOR ALL

was talking to you
but then
you evaporated
tried to speak
more loudly
but it was
to no avail

but what is space
anyway
but a construct
of gravity
when we are hurtling
in our group
of forty galaxies
towards some
great attractor
billions of light years
away in space

hundreds of kilometres
a second
how do you even
start to
wrap your mind around it
but for relativity
such a speed would
be impossible
to comprehend

and
the fabric of the Universe
expanding above light speed
about to strip
the stars
away from us
and all else

this and more
I get from skimming through
all those YouTube channels
finding an
alternate politics
to chart how deeply runs
the establishment lie

pictures of the war, of
slavering holy savagery

mind-bending theories
of our origin, identity
and destination

disasters to
end the planet
once and for all

I was going off and this
when they decided it
was right
and proper

a political necessity
to turn you
and your world
to ash and rubble

an insane vision
that somehow,
for my sins, I do not share

BATTLEFIELD

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

DESERVING OF THE WORST

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

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

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

BY DESIGN

BY DESIGN

I like the designs
she came up with
the adaptations
to allow
us to survive

and so much more
stepping into a teal sea
under a soft violet sky

we find
       we love it in this
alien ocean

together we flow
forgetful of time and

smooth and succinct in
the way we explore
            our streamlined acuity
release
from gravity.