The heavy ready maybe steady
Going, coming, busting levees
Settled, battled, rattled cattle
Herding, mooing, alarmed, subduing
The mass melting in the bluest flame
Disguising the idea that there is a
place to go
Armageddon on the airwaves; kitty is
asking
Daddy makes up a lie rather than say
no
Are we going to be all right? Is
everything ok?
Shoot the line between the truth and
a mistake
Sometimes there is a pressure the
rainbow can’t take
The prism refracts the crowd into
blindness
Gawk sheep with cannibal beaks
Pecking at the tattoos of war where
the spirit leaks
This ink, this was me, at that time
very much alive
A picture of a memory stamped on to
defend the old drumroll
From forgetting the outline of
empathy
As humans scurry in the corporate
huddle
Firing bullets towards insurgents
using kids as shields
Shot them both to help the world
heal
Bodies floating in the flood as the
dam breaks after the storm
Lightning struck mole hills from the
thunder medicine from the mountain
Put the spotlight on the consolation
while the host walks out back with the grand prize
Can you look a stock price in the
eyes?
Busy suit and tan skin, slicked hair
and demon grin
Petraeus totes the Bible with a
psalm of righteousness on the wind
Damn the Koran and the despots
America inserts to start the cartoons
Bodies burnt coming home to dust
tombs
No atheists in foxholes or fox news,
Aircraft carriers with bush-leaguer
festoons
World extinction on parade foretold
Prayers for what; story is old
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