U.S. out of Iraq. U.S. out of Afghanistan.
If I rampage through your home
Tread heavy on your land
Will you wail and recoil
And show to me your neck?
Or would you grant to me
A fight?--sate my aggression
On your angry weakness?
By my tantrum tossed
By tempest tempered
Spirits strong, resources weak
Let's pit against your flagging valiance
time and terror
thirst and hunger
muscle breaking atrophy
inevitable entropy
or other forces inexorable
Let's pit your paucity
Against my much to make my much
So little mere much more.
If I come for your space and blood,
Fangs clamping on your throat
Would you bleed like blazing fields in brilliant, vibrant, flowing reds?
Or would you bleed like I like--
--like the sand--bleed black?
If you boil your blood
To spare your spine,
It will still taste as sweet
And that spine I can still break.
...So will you be murdered and generous?
...Or let me kill and take?
Over and over
time-and-time
-again again
Come now, little prey,
Give savory sport
My brain is dull and claws so sharp
Don't let me get so bored.
When I come for your spirit,
To appropriate your people,
When I come to claim your culture
And set down in black ink
That death is Godly
and they believe me
will you, ceasing, cough it up?
And submit to me--
--to being subsumed
Consumed
Digested
Shat
Disposed of
Provoked and pulverized
Persued, proclaimed caught,
Produced, prepackaged
Enslaved, sold, forgotten...
Then undervalued and--finally--
Erased
Shock and awe.
Shock and awe.
Feed me, poor fucker.
Sate my sucking shock and awe.
Sate my sucking, sapping
Big man complex.
When I come howling, teeth bared, claws exposed,
Eyes shrieking death--when I come calling--
With my intercontinental ballistic manhood
Calling for your little, brown, sandy
maidenhead,
Then belly up
Desert legs up
Scream and cry
Bleed and cry
Bleed black and cry
To sate my sucking, sapping
Big man complex
Sate my hunger for your oblivion
Suck my shock and awe
And let me drink you 'til you die.
Bleed black.
Bleed black.
Tread heavy on your land
Will you wail and recoil
And show to me your neck?
Or would you grant to me
A fight?--sate my aggression
On your angry weakness?
By my tantrum tossed
By tempest tempered
Spirits strong, resources weak
Let's pit against your flagging valiance
time and terror
thirst and hunger
muscle breaking atrophy
inevitable entropy
or other forces inexorable
Let's pit your paucity
Against my much to make my much
So little mere much more.
If I come for your space and blood,
Fangs clamping on your throat
Would you bleed like blazing fields in brilliant, vibrant, flowing reds?
Or would you bleed like I like--
--like the sand--bleed black?
If you boil your blood
To spare your spine,
It will still taste as sweet
And that spine I can still break.
...So will you be murdered and generous?
...Or let me kill and take?
Over and over
time-and-time
-again again
Come now, little prey,
Give savory sport
My brain is dull and claws so sharp
Don't let me get so bored.
When I come for your spirit,
To appropriate your people,
When I come to claim your culture
And set down in black ink
That death is Godly
and they believe me
will you, ceasing, cough it up?
And submit to me--
--to being subsumed
Consumed
Digested
Shat
Disposed of
Provoked and pulverized
Persued, proclaimed caught,
Produced, prepackaged
Enslaved, sold, forgotten...
Then undervalued and--finally--
Erased
Shock and awe.
Shock and awe.
Feed me, poor fucker.
Sate my sucking shock and awe.
Sate my sucking, sapping
Big man complex.
When I come howling, teeth bared, claws exposed,
Eyes shrieking death--when I come calling--
With my intercontinental ballistic manhood
Calling for your little, brown, sandy
maidenhead,
Then belly up
Desert legs up
Scream and cry
Bleed and cry
Bleed black and cry
To sate my sucking, sapping
Big man complex
Sate my hunger for your oblivion
Suck my shock and awe
And let me drink you 'til you die.
Bleed black.
Bleed black.
(August 28, 2009)
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