live in infamy…

and
when
the battle
was done
only
kali
truly stood tall
as victors
marched home
hunched over
with heavy bags
of death’s stench
upon
their shoulders
like atlas
doomed
to endure
war’s immoral weight
until
their last days
and
for those
who died
their bodies
contorted
and
fragmented
upon the earth
were like seeds
dragged
from the furrows
of life
by crows
human crows
cloaked
in the darkness
of greed
and
wonted
disregard
for anything
other than
personal
profit

poetic beauty…

kali said
the words
of poets’
on beauty
fail
to see
its
true value
such tender words
are written
by men
glorifying
their own
illusions
of life
and
love
true
beauty
can only
be found
in cold steel
as it seizes
victory from
the fools
who write
such lines
lyrical lines
designed
to win
the hearts
of lovers
who
have
difficulty
remember
their names
as the battle
begins
on foreign shores
especially
when
in the arms
of new lovers

no effort necessary…

kali
said
the warm taste
of blood
is an aphrodisiac
for men
war
gives them
more
than
any other lover
they long for it
in their loins
that
sense
of unbridled power
over another
men will leave
their wives
and
mistresses
for
the battlefield
wanting
the heart pounding
thrill
of tempting death
taking another’s life
and
playing god
men are
such
easy
prey

hidden book of kali…

beneath
the volcanic rubble
a scroll
was found
words
from kali
great mother
goddess of war
saying
men
go forth
into battle
with such anger
that they
are
unable to see
the light
of truth
thus
they
should be
first in line
in battle
pawns
in a game
of chess
played
until the real
battle
begins
when
souls
must
touch
the hem
of
tomorrow
against
satan’s
armies