In Memorial to the dead in war, in hope we find a better way of seeing, some higher way of knowing.
One,
Word
TV's even 50 inches
reduce reality
tiny freeways
dropped
in between
trees
(aerial views)
do not convey
the inside of
the car whose
windows don..t open
in 85 degrees
not moving
stuck
like a
fly on paper
gulping air like a guppy
but
on
TV
they wind along surreal
like thread thru a needle
as you think 15 mins
early out the door is the thang
TV
is too small
2 removed
too sterile
they oughta paint war on yo wallz
in smell-a-vision, horror, bleeding and gasping,
reeking of desperation and death. Peopled w/ dying /dead/ dying
patriots/terrorist/peace-keepers/killers murdering in the name of
peace
which is off stage somewhere impatiently waiting for
justice, who is somewhere on vacation
The TV screen is too small to show me how to send my sons to
kill their sons so
their sons will have no more sons, while the mothers mourn the murdered ones
they gather together again in the womb of earth
to dust from dust
to study war no mo
truly, TV is too small
to tell me this
disconnected stills that move
pieces of a picture
cut off edges gobbled by lying mouths
edges running with blood that won't come off
we offer blood instead of rice pouring it into hungry mouths crying
never again, then rising to kill again, they fear more, so they kill more
so more fear walks in the night thinking of killing to ease fear so
sleep can come again, their nightmares are not in prime time
no lines of coffins or grotesque piles of appendages no faces for
the dead on tv, we watch in glade scented rooms removed unable to smell the copper and
sulfur lingering in the air, we blindly wait for depleted uranium death
to be left in our bathrooms and bedrooms but never on tv
the truth is asleep
somewhere off the screen
which is too small
WordSlanger
7/25/03
Sunday, April 1, 2007
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