february 2022

 

                         (i)

 

…come, put aside this bleary chorus

and stare ashamed

 

as vanity bleeds into the walls

these perfect, liquid egos

 

that suture the good earth

for who now launders the truth

 

wins the future

for they have learnt now

 

how to cut and sow the ground

with lizard’s teeth

 

how to rule the geospheres

and fill their great saphenous veins with gold

 

these dissident egos, these stylish egos

laughing as they open the good earth

 

to show how it is alive

with more than just blood

 

its subterfuge and gossip

its foetuses and rags

 

these liquid teeth

that rise and rise

 

tightening on the truth…

 

 

 

                                        (ii)

 

…I have never before spoken of you 

my inaccessible other

 

my oh so-epic sibling 

this colossal blood

 

this planet of eight billion minds 

enraged by its own solitude

 

by death’s vast undertow

trying to live for just one more day

 

and yet I have already seen you out there 

intractable, symbolic, damned

 

in every other face except my own 

for I am as inaccessible to all

 

as all are to me 

a daughter to everything, a son to nothing

 

this mind enraged by confinement 

by this unbreakable solitude

 

this planet that asks only one thing

to live for just one more day

 

and yet I can see you still

my sister, my brother, my colossal lover…

 

 

 

                                 (iii)



…is it not enough now 

these voracious ethics

 

these viagra victories

of pudding-faced men

 

whose intimate moments are spent

ejaculating into the eyes of those they have murdered

 

men who will never have to kiss

their own child’s severed face

 

so, is it now not time to say

enough of these ingrained wars

 

these vast, grim kleptocracies 

whose refugees are left to chase the clouds

 

from one land to the next 

enough of this mutually assured morality

 

this burnt offering of a world 

that fatefully looked the other way

 

as the pudding-faced man

swallowed his pills

 

and waved his erect sovereignty

high over the earth…

 

 (28.2.22 in memoriam Ukraine)