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POEM: Long Poem For Peace (PT5)

Long Poem For Peace (PT5)
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I am real
I am here
I am yours
you can not put me away now
to do that you must agree
but you love
your battleships, and confederate flags,
your fancy remote control airplanes
and exploding vests
and all those God damned silly hats
you are fools
with fire
little puny minds half formed
willing to follow any one
so easily
we kill them,
they stand quietly
some of them get sick,
some of them faint
its a little messy
its quick
and its easy
I have five hundred now
almost a record for a day !
the back hoe digs the ditch, then covers them up
, quickly it is done
one man turned at the last moment and spit
I shot him in both eyes
we laughed and laughed because I was so angry at him
the only thing is the smell
sometimes I can't get that blood smell off of me
I not hungry much any more either....
I would not tell anyone but I almost admire the man who turned when he felt the hot gun barrel at the
back of his head
he was quick
tomorrow we may finish them all, eight thousand men and boys
war crimes
in your face
six million Jews
two million Cambodians
numbers of countless thousands of ten and twenty
young men
all arrive shouting
death to the enemy, we will be victorious
just to feel a hand in mine
warm
just to connect this simple way
slips down the corridor
away to a forgotten day
as I recall the mystery of youth
I remember you
the poet grasps
at the scattered pages as the sword runs him through
the violin is smashed by a bit of shrapnel
flung by a shell from the sea
the twin boys are blown to smithereens in their stroller
in the holy land
the missile makers aim the end of the world at each other and snarl and spit
you don't think you are fools?
hindo voodo jap spick wop jerry limy reb and yank
talk and talk
big strong men
say they protect us all on all sides
of course
all the death and destruction they bring
with never ending patriotic songs
would you?
that I should leave you
close the book if that would end the story ?
however words live
they crawl and slither, distort and poison
this thinking glob of fat that is in your head,
needs to see
you own me
I am real
you can write no good in blood
all your joy is destroyed
the cities of light are empty
the raging cold warriors wonder the darkness
I bring them to you
so easily you give up your sons and husbands
daughters and the mother's of your children
to them
so easily you listen to the worn out explanation
it is the way of the world
it is the way of fools
everybody run
run to your side
grab a stone and run back
smash a head
now proclaim victory for
God
see it grows old
over and over
stupid men
I will rise up like the sun your eyes will open to the truth
these people who are allowed to kill
must be stopped
they are yours, you must understand this, see them know them, all of you
don't blame God or the devil
its you
I will not go back,
or leave you
or be quiet any more
you must know every story before you are free of this nightmare
that every one must dream
I can tell you this, it was cold and damp
the little electric torch grew yellow, the air was heavy and wet
the sub settled onto the sandy bottom never to leave we watched the filament
glow orange fade away, then darkness
you could hear the sub creak and shutter
popping from the pressure, then the seam split
ice water filled the darkness
sitting by the sea
the pretty girl felt a cold chill and settled into a sadness that left her hanging in a closet
you opened the door
so I shot you
so what? that's war
I will hold you by your hate
then
, you sit at your dinner table
give thanks and ask for blessings
then explain why it is necessary to kill
then you turn to me
funny little man
and quite matter of factually explain why you hate Mexicans
you would shoot them all if you could
absolutely satisfied in your crazy way
this isn't make believe this is real life true
you are in hate you simple hard working family man
proclaimed conservative Christian Anglo brother
blood on your soul
come with me
you can't refuse
follow this path,
it is yours
you make it
follow it through your children
until it grows into death and destruction
this is real
kill for sand
stand on your own grave oh Jerusalem
war crimes
fools and imbeciles
war its self is a crime
I prosecute you all
nations sing your pretty songs
stand defiant before God,
justified, sanctified forgiven
for killing the sleeping child and the house cat
No! stand now, this is yours
drink this blood
it is what you do
peaceful and quiet just at the break of day, the trees are shrouded in mist
suspended in time the moment stands
before the thundering b52 slams into the hill exploding into a rolling fire ball
.

by David Wetzel

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