mr sterile
Slice
This piece was written on the 12th of September, 2001.
Thousands died
as the cameras
were showing from all angles
the destruction as three sleek daggers
cutting to the heart
of a most formidable empire.
And the shocks
and terror tremors
shake across a rapidly waking world,
(to the fears of nightmares),
by meticulous
and sacrificial actions,
forced forward into the visibility of day.
And it was horror
on all sides
as twisted steel
and rock
and glass
and soft bodies
made their way to the ground.
From this side
we could follow the swallowing clouds,
smoking
like an extinguished birthday candle.
Here is no celebration of life.
Into the heart of America the free ,
America the safe.
Into the hearts of mothers,
lovers,
children,
parents
and us.
Into the very heart
of the great western business imperial empire.
With shocked
and cynical evaluation,
I see a continuation, and perpetuation
in the free trade of
death.
No argument can justify
actions like this?
As a spear to prove a point,
or a pen to sign a warrant,
or a god to say
“guides my hand”.
Death comes easy,
and spares no-one .
Bombs blast,
planes crash ,
buildings collapse,
and land gives up life.
Hostile sanctions,
children as collateral,
corrupt and well armed
governments receive
deals of aid and support.
Concealed talk about
poisonous
and/or
withheld drugs.
Industry related cancers,
oppressive competitive work standards,
and old age.
Thousands die
Three sleek daggers
slice the very heart
of something
thought
indestructible.
Solidarity rockets.
Are we all America?
What we are,
in military poetry,
is
soft targets.
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