VICTORY
You were screening
a film about your victory
when news
of your defeat, your
complete defeat came
sudden consternation
in the projection box
reels were exchanged
and that
film replaced
by one so different,
one that dealt
with the death of hubris,
end of arrogance
and a way that slowly,
painfully
the sins and crimes
might be
confessed before humanity;
some redemption take place.
BEEB
here we are
with our reporters
and cameras
swinging into Gaza
behind an armoured thrust
lucky
to have all this protection
help us
get
our story
one of our group
is fixated on asymmetry
though this is a word
we would not choose
to use
on the BBC
CHILD’S PLAY
like a child:
but did not mean
infantile
did not mean
psychotic
did not mean
projectile vomit
all over that globe spinning
in the living room
did not mean
you blood-painting
yourself
into a corner
all the while selling us
your story that you
are
responding to
Tik Tok and text message
direct
from above
SOLITAIRE which way is the wind blowing? empirical, metaphysical equally valid as a question so let me sit here debating whether to play solitaire or show my solidarity writing a poem must not cannot absolutely unable to face the thought that one less casuality one less maimed or broken soul if I had sat playing solitaire rather than battling with each angry bitter word trying to shape them shape of this poem
RAW this war is raw it is tartare it is war that needs to smash everything slosh blood everywhere forget tactical principle it has other points to prove it is war where the bloodshed needs to be bathed in be tasted how otherwise will its glory be revered by all?
SILENT I am in the library hunting for tales of darkness and light feasting on the silence some poems are silent this we must respect in a world of horror what can a poem possibly say? some things are terrible some just overblown too big to talk about in a thing called a poem I have worked my way through this book labyrinth found what I was targeting exactly what I was after wondering if the books of light in this library are protected by angels flashing in to defend humanity, promote safety and justice bomb dropped falling as I wonder whether a golden robe goes with the territory is the absolute sign of favour presence of the light
NOODLE far from anywhere in the city of Noodle people flattened by the shockwave here left them aghast at this branch of the species so much to learn, too little time in this state of decline our total destruction they fear
OH MUSE OF SATIRE
oh muse of satire
make the armies small
as the pipsqueaks of Lilliput
make the kids big
as the giant children
of Brobdingnag
then
in the eyes of God
we can have us
a fair
fight!
SNOW think of snow when the white phosphorous touches you think of ice and cold, cold snow passing through your body travelling through your bones
WHEREWITHAL
when a poet
stands up
to a bomb
the bomb wins
we all
lose
the Universe
stood
with
her
with him
poems 2 die for