abattoir…

the small ruminants
are lined up
on cold
concrete floors
use of knives
has been
prohibited
there’d be
a risk
of
noticeable
skin damage
but
there will be
no escape
nor mercy
the holding pen’s filth
will
soon
be washed away
but for now
a child
lies
unbathed
curled
in fear
for some
a child
of
god
for
others
a filthy beast
no better
than
lambs
for the slaughter
i wonder
what
do you
see
and
believe

 

justifiable homicide…

there shall be
no
trial
no
jury
listening
to
a barrage
of
words
point
counterpoint volleys
fired
into the air
by
uniformed attorneys
whose
solemn oath
is
that
they will
represent
with
dignity 
courtesy
and
integrity
each element
of
this creed
it would seem
has been
somehow
operationally defined
but
that is
of
little concern
for
our present case
for
even though
life saving
food
and
medicine
was
intentionally
withheld
from
dying children
no charges
will
be brought
it’s just
a simple
issue
of
national security
our
political will
against
their dying children
that’s not crime
it’s
the way the game is played
a game of chicken
played
with
other people’s lives

 

the grim count…

 

scrape the surface
of
ancient layers
of
life’s mud
and then
clear away
broken remnants
of history
from
hope’s vacant lot
a lot
strewn
with
the trash
of
shredded lies
and
uncover
the specter
of
mass murder
human
sacrifices
children
buried
in shallow graves
violent
sacrifices
to
an array
of
gods
gods
all
cast
in the image
of
those
who declare
that
their
god
is
the
only
true god
gods
that are
wrapped
in
patriotic
or
religious
flags
godly causes
less
than divine
and
perhaps
more
commercial
or
ego based
thus
one must
gently brush away
the loose sand
of
alibis
to
expose
the skeletal remains
hidden in
the mass burial sites
sites
in
palestine
yemen
sudan
and
along
the
american border
where
one sees
the splayed
bodies
of
children
victims
offered
in
carefully orchestrated
acts
of
ritual sacrifice
to
appease
human greed