for the taliban fighter
the apocalypse is the
daisy-cutter
bomb.
for the postal worker
it’s
anthrax.
for you, myeloma
it’s
viacristine
adriamycin
decadron.
war has been
declared.
is this
wisdom or
compassion?
how many
cavaliers & foot
soldiers arranged in
howling rows will be
destroyed?
& the millions of
genetic-ghouls, who
will bury
them?
it is time for me to
kill you, my noble
friend.
it is the moment to
cleanse my blood
of your
memory.
if you are not
afraid, there will
be no
fear.
if you open your
heart, you will
enter the
universe.
if you
surrender your
self, the universe
will enter
you.
i hereby set
thee free––
soon enough, i will
follow.
my loving
life is my
soul’s
victory.