what is this?

a hooded man
jittering to the rhythm
of electric prods;

a human leg
mutilated by animals
on command;

a writhing mass of
brothers trimmed by
dog collars and terror;

a mosque
surrounded by
monstrous machines
belching ruin.

look! see the
fiery fangs rising.
smell the sulfurous
smoke.

of course this is
war. of course this is
hell.

the hooded man
was a stick of tinder––
his photograph set him
alight.

soon the conflagration
of the world
will speak
&

ask the rich,
almighty devils to
pack-up their
military toys
& go
home.