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

of course this is
war. of course this is

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

soon the conflagration
of the world
will speak

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