After-effects of war-times

Rendition I’m waiting empty in a cold house,with shamrocks, the cat and favored books,listening for the old thud of new boots gunning to kick- in this loose-hinged heart. The grasping hands of minionswith much to lose, I imagine, close on me.They drag me, incendiary,into their infra-red night. Unopened mail and seed starts on the tableis…

POW

I look him over and almost want to cry.Yet another of their adolescent “soldiers.”Undernourished body, filthy, lice-riddenhair—teeth a good pediatric dentistwould consider a challenge to restructure.Age? Our interpreter says, “thirteen.” I light a Marlboro, relax, inhale the fumesand as my cigarette drifts towards him,trailing ash and smoke,suddenly he’s terrified,convinced that tortures older men describedat the…

Mechanisms

To the blind, deaf mute faithless forestswithout a name, without the be, without a core,how happy is one welling upon fireearth wind water? How happy is one who faithfully recites rote prayersand homilies, and is without grace? How happy is one who knows season’s systems, and still sows in winters and summers? How happy is…

Brutus

Tick-tockthis greedthis air we breathehow now brown cowthe AIDS diseasethe simple truthdeceit and fearsas empires crumbleshameno tearsbig-bangour turnone powercorruptionten million children deadwho’s suffering?Mother Naturecrimepollution he forest’s gonebad-debtsolution?precious, precious, precious warthey’re burning bookstime’s upno more:the need to know your ABCan outstretched hand (no dignity)money marketsprostitutionsweat shop childrenevolutionbig bad wolfthe taste of waterone, two, three worldshuman slaughter.…

A Call to the Old Marine

SeventeenFull of rageLied about his ageAs he signed the pageBecame a marineSame story as beforeYet another warTo kill and dieFor a lieWhen your naïveMany lies you’ll believeSo he went through hellAnd served his country well? But there comes a timeWhen we cannot be oblivious to the crimeHow we are manipulatedBy war profiteersWho tell us who…

In the Name of Brotherhood

I joined for the love of loyal friends,Companions who’d fight until the endFar from the dramas of highschool,For hope, dignity, and set rules. I joined in peace, but got lost in warNow I don’t know what I’m fighting for. can’t distinguish the bad from good.I joined in the name of brotherhood.I set out to find…

A day at the beach

…..sunlight spreads wider to the hot pitch of summer’s perfection. Mother, tired of print and peccadilloes, rushes to the water, where she swims straight out on the ocean’s curve, the salt on her lips, undercurrents pushing against her thighs. Effortless, taut and well tuned like desire, she swims toward the horizon then stops, spreading her…