Lord Drone Prophet Eyes the Next Dead Body, image by Daniel Y. Harris
Poem Without A
Title
Canto V
igitur qui
desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
(Publius Flavius
Vegetius Renatus)
where
there is favour among the gods the victor
will
prevail iulius kaiser slaughtered millions
yet
today is revered as a hero figure mainly
because
of shakespeare the history obscured
halt
who goes there horatio and the witch's
brew
is bubbling with falstaff in the shadows
laughing
uncontrollably but then shakespeare's
in
the alley and god knows where he wants the
killing
done out on highway sixty one with kerouac
at
the gates of dawn and urizen sorta coming on
life's
the measure of a stick crucified and woebegone
golgotha
is the carrion hill with tibetan monks
rolling
in the swill to get a taste of mortal life
they're
all gods anyway or so the dalai lama says
not
my problem if they refuse to follow me
one
has to wonder if common sense is bottled
by
bogus doctors these days only thing missing
is
the carnival but sunday is word of god written
on
a 40 inch high definition tv screen time for
reflection
when the preacher screams scripture
like
it's going out of style can you last another
mile
i think i'll take a break and sleep a while
one
gains division in a fraction of a second
without
even a shred of evidence the mind just
sucks
up electrons and spits them like a great fart
overcoming
constipation like the grand finale
of
an angry volcano thera vesuvius mount st helen
it
builds up slowly in small insignificant increments
hardly
noticeable in the accumulation of hubris
the
yellow roles royce hardly has a function
no
class act need to finance a buyout no frills
manipulating
the market cut throat all the way
if
it's not guns they want then it's toys but
not
just toys the latest toy the one better than
last
years' version the one everyone has to have
like
the latest fad condom or underwear we the human
species
don't fool around we gotta show them were
the
same as anyone we can't be different that is
definitely
unacceptable we've become clones of big
industry
that tell us how to act and what to wear
we
consume consume consume because we are told to
taught
in school to conform to the masses as long
as
the faceless masses can be easily controlled
but
just try to be an individual to have your own
thoughts
they have you targeted as being undesirables
who
can't be tolerated by the mass hysterical norm
in
their suburban retreats and weekly office jobs
waves
of incertitude the stock markets crumble into
blind
ambition stepping on the slaves of man podiums
of
braggart slaughter weapons of control designed
for
mass murder ideology of godly killing in the midst
of
hope he who giveth taketh away the finally indiscretion
we
are living out our holy books as if presented with
a
script we can't turn away from we have no originality
except
for art and poetry everything else is scripted
for
the dull plain faceless robot in the crowd
accepting
without questing what is given what is broken
what
is healed out of our control they scream when they
get
angry enough and want to tear it down but have
no
new utopia to rebuild the ruins from the ash of hate
no
vision but the rage of crass destruction they are
as
lost as any leader faking it and then there comes
religion
evil perpetrator of the truth restricted
faith
is all you need we're told but faith in what
kaiser
napoleon hitler jesus allah they all promised
paradise
for those who would do the sacrifice and kill
for
the next life they never would achieve and then
there's
the usa the promised land an entity of murderers
refusing
to comprehend their bloody history we can do
no
wrong god is on our side they scream and scream and
continue
screaming their rage to a world in turmoil
controlling
everything fucking up and blaming the failure
on
others no one is free without their god given constitution
their
1st and 2nd amendments and their hidden inequality
money
is the only god they worship in the name of jesus
banker
of their padded mental instructional garden of eden
not
that history gives us better examples egypt china
sameria
babylon israel greece rome church france england
germany
all the same ilk of grandiose vomit no matter how
fine
their artistic endeavours all in ruins to be admired
without
regard for their rampant cruelty to step on
others
enslaved to be the greatest nation un the earth
the
planet it a caldron of boiling blood which every day
is
celebrated with elaborate production in our popular
culture
as long as the blood and slaughter continues
cauterized
cleanly on the tv or movie screen we are satisfied
being
civilized while indulging in our meat at table
giving
obeisance to gods that are no different that what
now
we call the ancient world to distinguish our somewhat
better
compassion that the church we whoreship has brought
to
fruition through the massive justified crusades and
inquisition
we are hollow tubes the wind rages though
when
the exhaust causes song we praise our understanding
if
history has taught us anything it is that we are a river
starting
out as a stream eventually merging with the ocean
if
history has taught us nothing then we continue to dam
the
river flood the fertile lands and stop the flow to cause
our
own destruction we cannot claim what is not ours to claim
we
cannot manage what in fact should manage us not in the
destruction
of the natural infrastructure from which we spawned
but
we are hollow creatures straw creatures goggle-eyes creatures
fawning
like a virus across a fertile globe perhaps the horizon
is
our blindness we must conquer what lies beyond when what
we
have is not enough we are greedy yet pose as needy or as
saviours
to those we have displaced our generosity knows no
bounds
after we have reprimanded them through war it will
never
stop the killing will go on forever because killing
the
greater the destruction the greater our generosity it's
a
cycle we have come to rely on the victor rebuilds the defeated
land
to their own profitability monuments are built
to
worship the rebuilding and of course the victor's sacrifice
first
we take then we give and then collect obeisance once hope
is
given the master no longer needs to beat the slave into
submission
all's well that ends well throw the dogs a bone
But
the slaughter must continue there can be no peace without
war
as there can be no war without peace one feeds the other
and
the catalyst that makes it viable is little more than religion
this
indefinable premise built on faith rather than rational
thought
it cannot be taken away it cannot be argues to the one
who
believes life the enemy is always inhuman must be eradicated
no
other solution is possible since compromise exposes the lie
and
an exposed lie is a vulnerability that must never be
compromised
written into stone they fill to realize compassion
should
be the victor not the executioner and even robspierre
fell
into the quagmire of defeat corruption will always be rife
for
the winged victory there is only so much integrity in a
garbage
can don't be fooled there are greater things than thou
—Klaus
J. Gerken
kjg
21 - 22 aug 2014
Poem Without A
Title,
published by mgv1>publishing 2014
