I Think in Steel Girders and Hot Metal Rivets
(Veterans Day, November 11, 2005)
only boulders the size of a small
house pass cleanly into my
blood stream only smoking
lava clears my palate for
the next shot of genocide
rockets pick my teeth armies
wipe my ass tender mercies
stir in the cauldron of
fetid stew morsels of tripe
from breeding thousands localized
torture offset white religious walls
hanging images of my cock
in full erect hardness
dripping I am war not
the god of not the demi-god
of not the devil I am
WAR take me in
your mouth while I slurp
your eyes from a crystal goblet
Randolph Nesbitt
Posted over on Poets Against The War
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