Saturday, July 2, 2016

Nocturnal Things (for Elie Weisel)

Words change, killing becomes a choice.
Human limbs, lungs, eyes and brains
are tossed out.
Extermination is possible.
Auschwitz is possible. Gaza is possible.
Syria is possible.

Madmen make wars on the upper deck.
They hide from the sun and cast no shadow.
Corpses no longer feed the earth but poison it
A plague descends.
All is darkness, all is one.
A blackbird floats in a starless sky.

Unidentified flying objects maintain radio silence.
No one speaks, no one breathes.
There is no chatter, there is no pulse.
Words change, killing becomes a choice.
Human limbs, lungs, eyes and brains
are tossed out.




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