after the explosives

for our articulate-charismatic
partner in duplicity
   tony blair

i

after the explosives––
awe.

we humans are
frail.

even half-starved
infants grown to
ominous
manhood

are torn
apart by flaring
irradiated
lead.

by what
right do we
kill?

“because we
can,” one
colleague
volunteered.

war is our national
frenzy.

like rommel’s
drive across
europe, attack is
exhilaration.

the story ends in
holocaust.

ii

how? why? can normal
human beings destroy the
lives of normal
human beings en
masse?

we have lost
our moral
way.

we do not
know whom we are
killing. we do not
know
why.

our leaders point
accusing hands at
genocidal
butchers

yet do not
count the shattered
quarry as our armies
pass.

we train our
soldiers as
pitiless death
machines.

murder is for
novels & friendly
fire is
a video
game.

iii

power is a self-
justifying extravagance
condemned to
blindness.

in the energetic
atmosphere of
arrogance, our egos
soar.

iv

“what hast thou
done?” thunders the
sky.

v

after the explosives––
awe.