AT MY COMMAND

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Devil, Evil, infernal, poem, poetry, power, writing

AT MY COMMAND

the Devil bequeathed me
his book of dark poetry

each page flirting from
absolute zero to
thermonuclear fire
with a blink
in the batting of
a slow mortal eye

and there
I imbibed
and imbibed
to be
armed
to be ready

for a war
of words second to
none on
the horizon
and few, so few
determined
to survive

but the terror of
the dark metaphors
taxed me so greatly,
so
difficult to
get one’s mind around
without
slipping into
madness, brain
shattering as
their truth dawned

let alone to
learn, make mine

stand with the
power of every
single infernal legion
at my command

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CATHEDRAL

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Evil, Humanity, poem, poetry, religion, satire

CATHEDRAL

they are at
war with each
other

the two
magnificent
cathedrals

even
as they face each
other, stare
across the street
in hatred, in
open hostility

the church of
mindlessness
and the church
of anti-
humanity

still glowering, plotting
each other’s demise

in a world without irony
no one sees that
they are
in fact
the same
equal reflections
of the one, true faith

SOMETIMES

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Difference, Evil, good, Heaven, Hell, poem, poetry

SOMETIMES

sometimes between Hell
and Heaven
it’s hard to distinguish
(so many
shades of difference)

was summoned to
Head Office to account
for my
peccadillos

listening to the usual: straight and
narrow, military discipline
ya-de-ya

creatures once were birds
without feathers
now curled up
by the central heating

slothfully servile, self-
Indulgent felines

whose alchemy would be
at this juncture kind
of fatal clue

spell out whether in fact (as I figured)
lesser saints, or minor evil dictators
either way somewhat
inconsequential in

the great
antagonism

SLAP DASH

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Christ, dark, death, Evil, Horror, Humanity, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, The Fall, weapons

SLAP DASH

nothing to
see here

certainly not
these nails

very nails
that stapled Christ
to the Cross

and these are the rods
we let fall from space
spears of tungsten
that can
take out a city

(what can God do
against human
weapons?)

see
how it looks
from here

from pock-marked surface
of looney-tunes in June

(need rhyming slang
to follow these terrible trajectories)

stretching ourselves to
the verbal

to
the conceptual limit

we follow the paths
up
down
and around

we are
forced to take

(nothing to see here
move away
it all
so
slap dash
tiger-striped police tape telling
us it must be a crime scene)

ALIENS

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Alien, aliens, dark, Evil, good, Humanity, Light, philosophical, poem, poetry, satire

ALIENS

invasion, colonization,
tutelage

there are only
two kinds of aliens
in the Universe
out in
our galaxy

those which
blaze like stars
mirroring our light

those that mirror
our darkness
our
pitch black
night

we the
very worst
I’d all these aliens

in whose deepest space
these
forever fight

SPIN ON THINGS

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Evil, ironical/comical, poem, poetry, quantum

SPIN ON
THINGS

thank you
quantum things for
giving me such
a unique
spin

on the problem
of evil

my fear of all your
bad stuff becoming
hopelessly
entangled

with all the
equal and opposite
good stuff
of mine

UNTIL THE MESSAGE WAS CLEAR

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Evil, genocide, God, good, Humanity, poem, poetry

so at the TED talk it was
that God explained to me
how and why it was
we were made
in his image

listened for a while, but then
begged to differ
replied with a PowerPoint
on the Hutu militias in Rwanda
and before that, in Russia
and einsatzgruppen and
Waffen SS

for which I was seriously chided
for not really listening
and so, that I might hear better,
he stopped
the world on
a dime

waited as look as it took for
everything to sink in
would not restart time
until the message was clear

ON TRACK

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death, demonic, Evil, male, masculinity, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, satire

ON TRACK

Satan stewing in a bath
of boiling toxic masculinity

slipped into his God mask
to screw us yet again

seems like
we always fall for it
this big dick = godhead
fantastic identification

though the missiles
as yet unlaunched, a
kindly nudge needed to keep
that prophecy on track.

MEDUSA

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darkness, Evil, mythology, poem, poetry, primal

MEDUSA

Medusa is metaphor for
looking into that dark place

opening that ancient, forbidding door,
peering deep into that black chthonic space
from which the mind
cannot, dare not return
unless it bring something back
to tear the species, destroy
the human race

something peering
through eyes of stone

thing designed
for last embrace,
as is written in lost
first text

which speaks (by virtue of
most secret, primal law)
of absolute
necessity of return.

REMEMBERING OSCAR (On the 25th Anniversary of SCHINDLER’S List)

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Evil, genocide, good, Holocaust, Nazi, poem, poetry

REMEMBERING OSCAR
(On the 25th Anniversary of
Schindler’ List).

“The list is an absolute good”.

You want to buy a suitcase?
Have I got
a suitcase for you!

They lied to us: we left behind our suitcases
it would speed up the process, they said,
be more convenient.

But why would you, being dead, being ash
floating across Krakow
need possessions, need a suitcase?

And there he was
this Nazi, an eye for women
a need to make money

the usual parasite that war
will call, and will come running

though when
he saw us
his step faltered, something
in the blood
ironically

broke the iron

he is the kind of Saint who amuses God
as if
an impresario of goodness and mercy

he stands in front of us
too pure to take in the terrible suffering
informing us, with glint in
holy eye and
scarcely concealed enthusiasm:
you will not believe
my next trick

see, from these poor materials, what I have achieved
this
tawdry, self-deceived, failing creature

schmoozing and boozing before you
turned into
my triumph, thing
without answer

single human being
worth saving the world for
quiet example, tiny
candle whose

flame the
darkness dare not quench.