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Thursday, November 08, 2012

Gently washing the War Penis - Lest we forget why we erected these stone dick-altars...

sports and spectacles
militarization
pacification
genocide
fascism
intolerant atheism
fanaticism
the right of power over the weak

happy faces
triumphantly surround
the burning books

we need no philosophy
new or old beliefs
there is only
The Father

Land

and the bodies
beneath it

the new world order
seems very much like
the old one

These things are not for puffy fat men to stand in front of parroting
"Support our troops!"

They are Stele
to mark the master's boundaries
They mark

The Land
dot the landscape

We remember corpses and intolerance
righteous indignation and sadism unmasked
piles of poor men
not rich men

dying for causes
we supposedly held dear
simply fodder
to feed fat pockets
over and over

Reverently the union boys
power wash the edifice
preparing for the spectacle
its a job that takes all day of course

The quiet park
filled for a day
with motor sounds
people ejected from seats

by spray

Megaphone megaphone pray to me of children
with nothing in their pockets
no other option but to go
to war

It was a solid paycheck

Their bodies do not reside here
beneath this ugly altar
you stand upon
for your prepared Spectacle

rub the holy brass plaque
reverently

in your guileful spectacle of solemn prayer
tell me
to support meat robots with minimal education
and the dictates and inherited beliefs of their masters

I will remember the burning poets
the burning words
the happy sneering faces

the uniforms and troops and guns and sports and
sneering faces

the same look drives the megaphone here
while we bow reverently at the spectacle
not the memory

placing $100 city certified corporate sponsored plastic all-weather
wreaths

holy fucking wreaths
of plastic
that no one dare touch
for months
until they lay in dirty piles

holy things
holy bullshit
holiness

all the right people were there

Play loudly to me in my Land
the hymn of our "ally"
while I watch his footsoldiers

burn
our
poets

and he sends more young men across the world
to repeat the process
we supposedly
are lamenting

I say to you
we do not need these dicks of stone
and corporate spectacles
to remember

ancestors

and history