Did you see the boys standing on the foreign soil of their homes shouting vindictive and threatening with stones as tanks rolled and ground their bodies, halftrack, a line of ladies, mothers in black, three coffins end-to-end, nothing equal to what is taken away.
I used to talk to dancers about gooseflesh and the stage, dollars on the table and meat by the nipple pound. I knew what they knew, my naked words, those whiskey rooms, America, nothing equal to what is taken away.
A brace of ravens, black cloud, rotor chop of metal birds, slick monster annoyance, ignorant radar screen blip-blip and come to save the day by slaughtering the innocent, nothing equal to what is taken away.
Too many dirges, the red man, whose blood favors my own, impaled on a spindle, totem to all things European cum American, an unholy spell cast on the East, thirst for her ebon/gold, oil/blood, nothing equal to what is taken away.
He stands weeping a father’s tears for the son who may never return. Pride of uniform, loyalty to flag, these swallowed in the fear and reality of the moment. What step this child makes whose hands, a father’s reach to grasp, nothing equal to what is taken away.
“Daddy, why do they make war on us?” but Daddy’s lips are dead. When the box is closed and lowered down, his daughter’s kisses are buried with him and any reason for sanity. Her young heart breaks, it just damn breaks. She wails against the digger, nothing equal to what is taken away.
Constantly at work, insatiable, conquerors. Is it Reptilian DNA, evil incarnate? The cold, icy blood of master conquerors marks the centuries and their willing slaves do a goose-step, a-one and a-two, over the bodies, metal clashing against metal, some way lifted, expanded by the line of dead, nothing equal to what is taken away.
Children, seek a forest where better creatures prowl and guard their lairs. You must learn to hide away, to at once remember and when the heat of those memories is too dark to bear, go inside. Learn to forget, learn to forget, nothing is equal what is taken away.
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Tom (WordWulf) Sterner 2018 ©