Archive for September 3, 2016


I am Man







Us men,

almost always,

men,


myopic, impotent men,


our manliness oozing, seeping,

dripping,

soaking,


in swathes of red,

scarlet blood on infant skin,


hardened,

caked,

dried on cold, dead flesh.





Who am i,

a man,


myopic, impotent,


my swagger puffed on conceit,


my country right or wrong,

my god not yours,

my culture your caste,

tribe, sect, ideology … … …




Who am i ?


a man ?

knitted into,

shared humanity ?




Perhaps ’tis time,

to let this rotten, festering,

glossy, botoxed, tucked, trimmed, diseased skin,


moult,


laying stark this sham,

this theatre,


these lies, the maggots burrowing deep,


into man,


chiselling, smashing,

beheading, hanging,

shooting, bombing, drone-ing, killing, raping, torturing, killing, killing, killing,


excising man,

ripping man out of humanity.




Yes,

i am man.



fatigued

pained


cast adrift

shunned aside


living

existing

on

islands of despair


deprivation

death


human beings

you and i



who just yesterday

or perhaps many lives ago

 

were

hounded

persecuted

jailed


cursed

spat on


rendered

alien at home


and

then


lost at sea


mere cattle

to be hauled


onto desolate cages


mere cargo

in the

economics of flesh



and

who

now


are

everywhere


cursed

spat on



and

told


to go home 

( for all humans beings living under the yoke of tyranny, occupation, oppression, injustice … and for those who continue to survive and to hope … and to the memory of those who are no longer with us )

caressing seductively swaying marmalade roses,


teasing stealthily approaching moonbeams,


the smell of you lingers,


on,

and on,


awake,

emotions a-wander,


thoughts of you, seduce soul,

mind, body, whole,


basking,


intoxicated,

transfixed,


warmed,

fanning embers of your furnace,

this ravenous fire,


this healing glow,

enveloping your being entire … … …

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