capital punhisment…

we sit on death row
just average americans
crime incompetence
not ours but our government’s
yet we must pay for their crimes

 

with your own hands…

why so many graves
have we entrusted our lives
to those who care not
can we not see that they have
asked us to dig our own graves

 

covid-19 infant death…

tonight a child died
parents won’t be discussing
your boring lockdown
they will plan a funeral
and pray to an unseen god

 

rancid human blood…

cold winds
without words
voices
still unheard
old men
without souls
place death
upon your lips
and say
that
you
should drink
do not
think
drink
your chapped lips
rest upon
the rim
a thought
why
do they
not
drink
first
if death
is not
to
be
feared
what are
these shadows
reflected
below
the rim
perhaps
souls
forever lost
in
lies
but
now
the choice
drink
or
think

 

mask and gloves….

if the price you’ll pay
is the life of someone loved
will you take the chance

 

colony wars with virus…

forced reopening
has the familiar culture
of a petri dish
where the question is what grows
economy or death rates

 

this most foul strange and unnatural…

the serpent that stung
thy father and thy mother
now wears death’s red crown
was a forged process their deaths
gold coins were all that mattered

 

american genocide ethnic cleansing…

a simple process
deny basic human rights
access to healthcare
or escape from servitude
then the untouchables die
it’s a brilliant plan
better than those gas chambers
still we’ll need mass graves
but not near mar-a-lago
too close to genocide’s source
an alternative
use ancestry to link corpse
to family tree
then under threat of sanctions
force country to bury dead
there will of course be
profits to be made by some
body transport fees
will help trucking and airlines
but first we’ll extract gold teeth
essential workers
will be mostly affected
but with depression
college graduates will take
whatever job we offer
your america
will once again be bankrupt
but all of the poor
will look just like your neighbors
or like you in the mirror

 

reopening phase one…

lives
so
neatly
placed
into vanilla envelops
filed away
for
the next of kin
to
research
at
a later day
if
ever
the contents
of
these
lives
are quite
amazing
for
some
others
are
rather
docile existences
but
all and all
all
worthy
of our appreciation
had
their entry
into
these metal catacombs
been due
to
acts
of
god
or
the sheer misfortune
of
age
one could readily
accept
their
departure
from
the living
but
to have been
used
as
starter charcoals
for
the fire
of
the economy
is
less
comprehensible
or
moral
but
that aside
that
has been
the plan
well
at least
for
those
with
limited
wealth

 

the lottery…

all were to gather
according
to their tribe
some met
in
schools
some
in
villages
for
the elders
others
in
places of worship
or
places of their specific trade
but
all were to meet
for
the priests
who
lived apart
from
the people
had said
the lives
sacrificed
would bring
prosperity
but
if
no one
entered
the stoning pit
all
would perish
a few nonbelievers
questioned
why
more
poor and elderly
entered
the pit
but
most
merely gathered
and
awaited
to hear
the number of dead
since
saying the dead’s name
was taboo
and
would awaken
the god
sia
so
like a herd of cattle
the people
followed
the herdsman’s
pavlovian bell