Ah, yes,
social Darwinism
be your inclination
pitbull terriers —
they
are your thing;
but would you pit, against
a tank, this,
or some other poem
without ceramic armour,
without armour-piercing
depleted uranium shell?
For all
poem got going for it
is knowledge of shadow, and
pulse of humanity
and that is
sure-fire defeat, on
hiding to nothing,
as a Nobel Laureate does suggest
himself suggest
Oh, if only tanks could be
stopped in their tracks
by bloke
with shopping bang
barrels get so stuffed with
gorgeous flowers things
might
misfire; shells
and bullets simply melt
in the face of all
that sweetness and light
(and
metaphor, let
us not forget)
the antennae
of the species
wrote on paper, in clay,
on the digital universe
who dare order?
what dare fire?
but then, who has ever
really talked to the mind of a tank?
poems 2 die for 