satire – Page 13 – poems 2 die for

JIGSAW

Oh its
a fucked up jumbled
jigsaw puzzle

so many pieces lying around

broken

dead

badly mutilated
so much so

impossible to put back
together

never going to get
that slick sick
picture

that had you
sold on the box

BETTER

you want
Peace

here
is your

piece

its
a bit seriously small

too
small
for anything

is bombed-
out; barricaded

but its the most
we are
prepared
to give

most we
dare spare

we openly defy you
to summon
Heaven and Earth

see
if you might do any better

ENDGAME

playing chess

whilst our liar leaders
think about war
at the summit
of their lives

you don’t have
to be Bobby Fischer to
win

a nuclear match
           just a matter of economy
and who makes
the
    signature
      sacrifice

        puts it all out
there
      tempts into an atomic
      no-holds
barred
         pawn gambit

SUGAR MINERS

sugar miners

not for
minors

candy
finders

old joke going back
to the goldrush of 1849

the sweetness they
find down there
a seam so treaty

litigation and issues
of property rights
following
everywhere

but
I bought this face
from a robber baron
could not be
happier
at the game
history played

the dice loaded, the hired help
packing

alternate narrative notwithstanding

this is the way
it has always been

RATTLER

they kill
the ones that rattle
louder they rattle
more sure
their death
a fact

Oh, the rapturous ones,
you who do
murder all
these creatures

as soon as you say lord
I am your ambush preditor
whipping up
a juicy cocktail
I am determined to instill

and strike I will without warning
for you have sorted me
by selection

no doubt
you see
me as your devil
think
I could well just be
pure devil

this my utter evil nefarious plan
not thing
delivered unto yourself

STRIKE ONE

if the poem (this poem,
any poem,

freaks you, takes
you out

feel reassured
be happy that all
can call
it
collateral damage

for my part
condolence and
commiseration
that it
strikes you
out of the blue

as it is
meant to exactly

getting the retaliation
in early, serving
your revenge up
first

WIRING

sorry about the writing
must be
something in
the wiring

keeps
rejecting dead
reckoning
flying

off at a tangent
seeking out the truth

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

VEHICLE

saw soldiers
dancing

beside their tanks
on top of
tanks

came
as a surprise to me
(won’t say
“shock”)

never before
made that
connection

ever saw tanks
as vehicles of love

GIANT

how
absolute om
evil is
survival oriented

one shiver, shake,
slight seriousness
in planetary wobble

and all darkness
leaches out

stuff
that ice worlds, dead
rock planets
are all made of

not to speak
of the huge death narcissism
of every
gas giant