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TEETH

TEETH

savages
cowards
animals

whirring blades blend
and then, Oh
my God; what a smoothie!

blades that whir at high speed
good for mowing, great
for a disposal unit

metaphors becoming
so displaced
cannot keep
up
with historical events

and how indeed
shall this history
be written

by tattered text of the crushed
lately bone
and ash

the lightning writing on the wall
of truth all so suddenly
lying through its teeth

FOR YOUR DISINFORMATION

FOR YOUR DISINFORMATION

for your disinformation
we have a crop of lies
harvested for consumption

which it would be
mortal sin

for you
not to believe

and as for our narrative
it is exalted in its horror

to challenge it would be
to disrespect our untruth
true to
      the horror that
by law of the cosmos
must ultimately be

for your disinformation
this is it
      exactly,

everything to
be
                 blind to

all we
in our souls
are commanded to see

ON BOARD

ON BOARD

you made yourselves
into gods of chaos

chaos
     that proceeds orderly

methodically
has lists

moves street
by street
     wiping out, missing
nothing
    could not be
more thorough

having learnt from
its horrific encounters
with the
     demons of the past

terrible demons that
cast a monstrous forever
                         shadow

hook, line
            and sinker

precise depths of that evil
turned
          rational

taken on board

KILLER

KILLER

daleks and poets
it is the old antagonism

they have their bombs
and wire and goebbels-bibles

we have
      our metaphors and
satire that can kill

and now we are free range
and open targets
                  better we genocide
them “the people” say

but
   we are sitting
           on ancient weapons,
your words
    rallying to our cause are
exposing your
bleakness
       rebelling against you

even
as you speak
         (if you call it speech)

and

      come to think of it

cowboys and aliens

in the sacred spot of their
crash landings

        this is a juicy antagonism
turned connection

the cosmos putting this
planet to
                     strangest use
(a poem
       here
                      never
           make the news)

NOTTOKNOW

NOTOKNOW

crash the cymbals
bang the gongs
trumpet the
chosen

for they
are multitude

you are
so holy
you are
so handy

are so
holy handy

you have crucified
more souls this month
than in its entire
history

   did the
little city of Rome

have slaughtered
so many
   seems you
were you
to go Genghis

given permission
from
    up high

and dig a hole
    big enough to bury
all of us

while we all shout “hosanna”
and raise nailed
         fists to the sky

ROSE?

ROSE?

is that
a rose

or is it
a bullet hole?

red rose
red rose

so many of them
slaughtered in the snow
days of
    York and
Lancaster

tried to stitch those
wounds together

but blood still leaking
through that tapestry

carnage
    somehow still
in your
    poetry

freeze
    framed you thought
for all
of history

not forever displaced
from theme to theme

SHORTCUT

SHORTCUT

taking a shortcut
across the river
to the recruiting office

need to get there
before the apocalypse and
before closing time

running across the river
and through the rainforest
where
     I can die next
to the bombed-out Church
like Sergeant Elias

defending freedom and
Democracy, for
the salvation of humanity
need
    to put my
    life on the line

before
closing time

     cpuld have been dropped
by a purple haze bird with
voice
    of  a mini-gun

but my feet just
     brushed the surface and
much to my My Lai rapture
I had
   reached ths other side

about to enlist staightout
but they needed
   to first test
         my morality

wanted no Sergeant Pepper
dreamer imagining
        peace upon
the
world
    community in our time

all you needing

           number nine

and me
      heading for the station
but it closing
                vanishing from
                               me

like the thing just apocryphal
thing
  a complete mirage

and me
     passing cross after
cross and
pyre
      after pyre

no doubt in my mind
this the last battle, the finsl war

in the midst of fire and
death and blood

     something feels reborn