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Terror

There is a reason

that we hear about

places like Barcelona

and not about

places like Bulu Sheikh,

 

Spain colonized and

Somalia was colonized.

 

I wonder if the terrorists

in Barcelona

saw the statue

of Christopher Columbus

before driving into the crowd

 

I wonder if it mattered

to the civilians we killed

in Bulu Sheikh

that Americans don’t

consider themselves

terrorists

 

 

 

 

 

 

Typical American Weekend

This weekend has been a typical weekend

for the United States.

In Virginia,

a klan rally gathered around a statue

of one of their heroes,

carrying torches.

They even killed someone

and injured many.

 

A lot of Americans were at the beach

this weekend

enjoying summer

as it winds down.

Kids trying not to think

about the upcoming school year

where they will walk

through metal-detectors

into classrooms

where they will learn

nothing about history

and everything about patriotism

everything about obedience

and pledging allegiance

and nothing about critical though.

For many, this will happen while

they’re wearing their JROTC uniform,

the others will still learn these things,

and they will learn about teamwork

while on the football field

where they will get concussions.

Some of the others will run

cross-country instead

but they will all

be awe-struck

when they see the ribbons

and medals

the recruiter is wearing.

Many of them who,

at the beach

or in a pool this weekend

dread going back to school,

many of them will be

wearing real uniforms

next year

training to go fight

in many places

including Afghanistan

where, this weekend

US airstrikes killed

16 civilians

and for 16 years now

this has been happening

in Afghanistan.

 

For centuries now

men have been gathering

at rallies

around statues of their heroes

or gathering at rallies

around their heroes in the flesh

but on this typical American weekend

with American civilians

on beaches or in pools

and American kids dreading

going back to school

and Afghan civilians

under the rubble of hospitals

and schools,

this weekend

the hoods were removed

and pale faces

were illuminated

by tiki-torches

in Charlottesville

 

 

100 Proof

bottles fired break

bones more than

bullets or bombs

ever do

 

then replace

bottles with bibles

and believe

we want whats best

for you

 

test for you

pass or fail

pail full of ashes

and nails

 

no proof of you

or your cross

ashes gone with the wind

nails buried somewhere

beneath the heart land

 

gunpowder soaked

in spirits

hellbent on burning

drink up

now you’re learning

 

while we’re still turning

graveyards

into boulevards

with cards stacked

by the pope

 

here’s another

bottle,

this should help you

cope

 

though,

it would be quicker

with a rope

The Sun: ode to Japan

06 August 2017

 

2,272,147,200 seconds ago

37,869,120 minutes ago

631,152 hours ago

26,298 days ago

3,757 weeks ago

864 months ago

72 years ago…

the sun fell from the sky

over Hiroshima

rather, we dropped it.

Slightly less time has passed

since we dropped a second sun

from the sky

over Nagasaki.

 

I sit here this evening

drinking tea

as the sun sets

over the Pacific.