'scuse me for
outwardly processing but
I can't control myself
these days. There's too much
to masticate and castigate
not to. But I'm
low on patience
and need action. Abolition.
Absolution that this statecraft
between us, between the world
is more than funds and suppression.
More than archived warheads and
blanching at darker skin than cardboard.
I don't buy it.
It's not policy
it's theology.
And the faster we make
that distinction
the better. God can't lead us
all into battle
but each
will claim
his banner.
And you know the shit-storm
that shadows: tin cut messiahs
yell for blood
and everyone bleeds.
We all become bovine
and crave a good steak
w/our pillaged wine
and sterling spoons.
We feed their children ours
and that has got to stop.
'cos I won't spend
my golden years
mucking out
the shit of kings.
Bleaching their chambers
of virgin blood. Lighting their pyres
and burning my own.