death by denial…

when
a weapon
is pressed tight
against
your skull
and
you smell
the cold metal
tell me
once again
guns don’t kill
people
do
when
it
is your
innocent child
lying in a grave
whose body
has been
pierced
like
christ
tell
me
once again
those
paid for
words
guns
don’t kill
people
do
for
when
you lie
upon death’s bed
your
blood money
flowing
from
a gunshot wound
i shall
repeat
to you
guns
don’t kill
people
do
but
shall
also ask
would you
like
some tea
or
perhaps
a prayer

​devolution…

man’s
barbaric soul
is tightly shrouded
in the black cloth
of
superiority
claiming to be
ordained
as
the earth’s keeper
all
that has been
kept
are
animalistic behaviors
a willingness
to kill
his own kind
for
territory
and
like any beast
routing out
his enemies’ children
leaving them
dead
on the battlefield
so his
young
may prosper
a limited
form
of humanity
since
even his own young
will be sacrificed
for
the protection
of
the territory
the scent
of
death
is everywhere
it
permeates
the cloth
of
the flag
power
always portrayed
as
the color red
the color
of
shed blood

tale of two sets of clowns…

tomorrow
the circus
will come to town
but
there’ll be no clowns
for
many
have taken jobs
in the movies
playing
sinister characters
who crawl
from
dark spaces
with
rather
unfriendly faces
scaring
little children
who alas
wet their beds
when left
alone
without
a nightlight
others
have found
similar jobs
in
washington
scaring
the hell
out of us all
with
the same
unfortunate
biological response

acquired alzheimer’s …

tears welled
in
eyes
voice strong
but
dry
as if
reciting a prayer
saying
you’ve grown old
you cannot recall
childhood memories
silly games
gentle touches
bedtime prayers
or
laughter
into the night
it’s all
been clouded
by
guilt-full lies
but
as i die
my child
i swear
you’ve
not
heard
the truth