pillaged wine

‘scuse me for

outwardly processing but

I can’t control myself

these days. There’s too much 

to masticate and castigate 

not to. But I’m

low on patience 

and need action. Abolition.

Absolution that this statecraft

between us, between the world,

is more than funds and suppression.

More than archived warheads and

blanching at darker skin than cardboard.

I don’t buy it.

It’s not policy

it’s theology.

And the faster we make

that distinction

the better. 

God can’t lead us

all into battle

but each

will claim

his banner.

And you know the shit-storm

that shadows: tin cut messiahs

yell for blood

and everyone bleeds.

We all become bovine

and crave a good steak

w/our pillaged wine

and sterling spoons.

We feed their children ours

and that has got to stop.

‘cos I won’t spend

my golden years

mucking out

the shit of kings.

Bleaching their chambers

of virgin blood. Lighting their pyres

and burning my own.  

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