we bomb
and we bomb
and we bomb
and we bomb,
our breaths no longer for sustenance, only fuel;
vindictive, smug in their dustlessness,
their clarity.
we bomb and we bomb and we think nothing of the bombed,
nothing of our own grandchildren
whose fates we've sealed into living in rubble.
an elder waves his hand,
hasn't seen dust in a generation.
his prodigal sons snicker at the suggestion;
soothed,
spoiled,
taught to bomb,
never to befriend or even to look over one’s shoulder.
our elders die,
peacefully,
never knowing.
because now
the bombs will not stop falling -
relentless, almost dull, they can't.
habitual,
instinctive,
our grandchildren will admit they find them a nuisance
but the murmur is too familiar;
the distant thuds a comfort they rank alongside their lover's heartbeat.
all the while
the winds change
as they always do,
as they once did for us, remember?
the bombed
also had children
whose children sit now under the shade of military towers their fathers never lived to see.
dust rustles listlessly at their ankles,
they turn around, just to check,
and then
they bomb.
Tag: death
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the mission is too important.
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to think Jesus flipped tables.
it wasn’t the surety of the rising seas
nor the screams of mowed classrooms
so it sure as Hell won’t be the sHelling of the land we collectively call Holyno
somehow
we, top-of-the-food-chain
we, super-predator
we, brains deeply outsized to bodymass – seven times more than would be linearly predicted –
we still have further to push into the deepest homegrown pits Dante never imagined,
still have further to fall from biological grace than this.endearing the way we let lions keep ‘king of the jungle’;
patronizing almost, with a brain-to-majestic-mane-and-fierce-teeth-and-flicking-tail ratio of 1:550.
did you know when lions feel their territory threatened by another pride,
they’ll try to kill their young?
crazy. the wild takes no prisoners dude.
US either
we just use the adult size bags to keep it simple
fits every bodyto think
we sit here
and watch children die on our handheld 6.1′ OLED displays
picket in support of every mattress having a gun shoved between the box spring
time countdowns to the permanence of each centimeter of oceanwater
to think
2,000 years and a stone’s throw from here
Jesus flipped tables because capitalism had set up a few booths in His Temple
and of the many things He may have known for certain
the snowballing of men’s sins was one of them.
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