satire – Page 21 – poems 2 die for

WHAT THE SATIRIST TOLD ME

WHAT THE SATIRIST
TOLD ME

tell me
about yourself

so I
can really
offend you

feel my words
razor sharp

as they slice
flesh from bone

SURPRISE

here’s the surprise
in this morass
of words
.
lies are truth
truth
is lies

every meaning
you woke up with
were
certain of

has been
re-defined

and the symbol of
your salvation

bent,
twisted

into new configuration

HERE

here is my poem
poem I am so proud of

you tore
out of my book
ripped
out of my mouth

plundered
from my body

buried
in deepest
hole imaginable

since contrived,
created

to be part of our conspiracy
we
animals
non-people

FARM WITH A BARN

the farm
with a barn

and a silo
underground

wants
a world
without
consequences

world
for and
by
the exceptional

for your
disinformation

as their
forever playground

INCOMPLETE

IMCOMPLETE

do not learn

we never
learn

what have we
learnt?
don’t hold back
just
let rip

tell me
tell me!

look at me
pay careful attention
thorough scrutiny

all those years
gone to waste

sitting down

lying down

standing up

writing something
learning nothing

what in here
worth speaking?

out there
worth reading?

what
good are books
when there are tanks
in the street?

indiscriminate slaughter
clearing a path house
to house

room
to room

every alley
every precinct

this book of horrors
as yet unwritten
as yet incomplete

one two
three four;
every paragraph

breaking
every wall

CASCADE

leaflets cascade
Iittle
life-parachutes
they

flutter down

tell you
that if you are
at all disinclined
to follow
the stairway
to Heaven
at this
very jumcture

you had better leave
ditch everything
you had better move

because
whatever ladders you thought
doors gates windows

they are all
about to be removed
pancaked out of existence

a time of wandering
is at hand

as has been written
in blood
in the book of centuries

TERRITORY

TERRITORY

it puts us
in bizarre territory

the death throes
of a theocracy

when it calls upon
the angels
to save from
economic disaster
military
defeat

when they themselves
have the god button

and think
of humanity
as just
so much meat

DID NOT

I did not expect
the darkness
to have
such surveillance

I did not think
it capable

of flying in
at supersonic speeds

I did not think it would
smudge, alter,
shift and change
words
in the language

pull a veil
of incomprehension
over everything
we see.

FLIES

the Talmud says
the saving of a life
is the saving.
of a world, of
a universe
entire

I would not
go so fat

but
somehow, suddenly

the stars in the firmament
are going out
one by one

the stars
in our flags
dying like flies

STING

STING

I am
an insect
that stings

poised to stick
my stinger
in your finger

the instant
your finger
depresses
the button

adding my tiny
packet of venom
to your gross,
overwhelming
toxicity

on camera
you look so
good and clean
and morally
true

the cataclysmic,
apocalyptic
legions of
demons

photoshopped
the Hell out of you.