dead men in clean underwear…

there is
little
disagreement
about
their decaying nature
and
most folks
consider
the stench
from
their
rotting souls
particularly unpleasant
however
when
pious platitude persons
carefully evaluate
how much
money
they’ve
made
from these
walking
political corpses
an
offensive defense
is
offered
in behalf
of
the
not so dearly
departed
they wear
clean
underwear

 

then freedom dies…

sitting
acquiescing
to
injustice
tacitly submitting
to
our own slavery
denying
that
there are
chains
binding us
to
survival fears
justifying
our lot
in
life
by
claiming
that
this life
is
better than
that life
and
this country
is
better
than
that country
so
words
are spoken
denying
the smell
of
a nation’s
rancid flesh
passively
saying
there’s
nothing
i
can do

 

oh have it your way but…

he always
took
the lion’s share
tho
most of us
know
that
the lioness
is the true hunter
but
that is
just an aside
he also
insisted
that
he be given
the largest glass
filled to the brim
with
wine or ale
and
she
would
always comply
but
one day
in passing
she said
smiling
have you considered
that
the largest glass
also
can contain
the largest
amount
of
poison

 

autocatalysis…

autocatalysis

bapa dola said
there was a man
who built a strong dam
to water his grass fields
the fields grew beyond
his greatest expectations
when harvested for sale
he could find no buyers
since all the livestock downstream
had died of thirst

claw crane…

Claw Crane

it has never
been about
prizes
these
plush toys
of
cars
villas
and
coins
are mere
tokens
of the game
most of the time
you never
got
what
was
in reach
and
that
didn’t matter
for
it has
always
just
been
about
winning

craven images…

copyright 2012 cwmartin

the memory
of you
has been
crated up
into a
plain
wooden box
and
placed
into storage
among
the other
famous
at-any-cost
crowd
your
victorious pose
now
face down
on a concrete floor
staring into
the abyss
of history
and
into the dust
that
defines
us
all