poetry – Page 165 – poems 2 die for

EMPIRE OF THE ANTS

OFF THE SCALE

the Sun
beamed through my window
only to
take issue with me
scorch the files
on my computer

leaving me desperate
to get a handle on
electromagnetism

so much fire out there
in here
as chatbot and I
argue the toss
over philosopher
Catherine Malabou
and other
anarchist thinkers

wondering about
the Sun’s role
in authority, Apollonian
regal power
and how that
might avail itself
to tyranny

especially the kind
with solar ring of confidence
branded by beaming smile

TRUTH BEING

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

ROCKET

ROCKET

good rocket morning

to express
my love

a rocket
is on its
way to
you

watch the sky
should arrive
in a
couple
of seconds

expecting the flaah
I will be
watchimg
the sky too

LIVESTREAM

LIVESTREAM
.
woke up
minutes
before
the dawn

still alive
so made
some coffee

read the news
being livestreamed:
no nuclear
war in the laat
quarter
of an hour

quiet
hosannas
and hallelujahs

hope that
despite our
terminally insane
rulets and
leaders

the world might
just survive
the hour

ZADIE (3)

Oh Zadie
your words
hurt me

I was wandering
along the periphery
eating an onion
gifted me
by Roland Barthes

when
I overhead a word
that hit me with
all its 50 megatons

and so, I had no option,
but to
take it to heart

which
    would have killed me
had not realised,
it was
not
   actually a bullet
and only like a bomb
by virtue
of
   analogy
a prime (should I say
“primed”) example of
metaphoric
thinking

and I rose
to go on
my way

fight again another day

but then another bullet
hit me, though
you may say
I just walked into
it

but luckily, was
a recent arrival, via
plucky trade

a miracle, God be praised!,
and I was saved

its manufacture British

Oh Zadie your
barrage, blast, MG-42 spray

so totally
nailed my argument.

ZADIE (2)

POLICE BE

police be
a reality

peace
uphold
the vanity

steamroll through
happy metaphor
such as
carnival
of Peace

cracking heads
breaking ribs
the like it when
you go
crunchy
(much prefer
to smooth)

came in ranks
came in files
along
the flanks

a navy blue line
many navy blue lines
that
in storming
the stairs

fell
out of step, became
Mongol horde
become
throwback
sheriff and
all those deputies
Bob Marley missed

rowdy, bouncy,
sad that
there have
to be prisoners

their mission, God-given,
all about nipping whatsoever
with
measure
of violence
in the bud

HIND

your last moments
how
can we forget them
ever forget
them

now they are
seared into us
like
a cannon flash

and we
here promise you
little angel
to clear the world of this evil
make it safe
from
the power that is
death and deaths
league
of demons

let us return
its agents
back to the dust
from whence they came

naming
the darkest places in
the human heart
after them

placing them
in the innermost circle
of the forever Hell
that
is satanic mind