refurbished…

refurbished

the skies
have closed up
we’re
unable to breathe
what was life
now
seems like death
a child’s birth
into
this world
of
chaos
is not a glimmer
of
hope
but
a reason
for
regret
for
as many have asked
what
have
we condemned
this
child to
how
could we
be
so thoughtless
but
those same thoughts
were
our fathers’
and
mothers’
so
we share
a guilt
with
all those
who came
before

 

incestuous family affair…

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

blue eyes
now
opaque
time
of
deaths
undeterminable
skeletal remains
indicate
ages
below
ten 
cause
of
death
the
precise mechanisms
of
striking
enemy positions
such
demands
on
munitions
to
eliminate
this
budding
terrorist’s threat
requires
a billion dollars
of
emergency funding
to
replenish
defense systems
to
be paid
by
american
taxpayers
to
assure
future
elections
not
protection

 

 

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

 

another case of denial…

 

used as war’s weapons
depleted uranium
children’s cancer deaths
said not to be related
as was smoking cigarettes

 

a different palate option…

 

cold dark earth with death’s foul breath fills the earth’s lungs and children’s eyes
war’s orphans buried beneath layers of hate and poison gas
wine’s sampled by politicos while the children taste death’s brew

 

deleted chapters no need to read on…

for each child that died
the old man removed a page
from the book’s ending
he said children’s deaths in war
leave humankind’s future blank

concurrent moments…

a child’s
body
effloresces
miles
from the nearest
oasis
no
sounds but the wind
and
dry sand
obscuring
the body
in
land
destroyed
by man
making it
a child’s grave yard
a drink
tasted
was sent back
with
appropriate
angry looks
of
utter disgust
since
it was
obvious
the martini
had
far
too much
vermouth
making it
undrinkable

rhetorical…


the old man
bapa dola
drew a circle
in the sand
and
asked
his students
if this is the earth
can you find
a corner
where children
do not suffer
because
of what men
do
to support
their wars
of greed
the sand
was struck
only
by
tears