BALK!
Ain't Nobody Here But Us Chickens
Everybody
and everything eats
chickens
looks at us and sees
dumplings
mashed potatoes or baked beans
as our silent companions
or maybe a ruffle of feathers
and a wild full belly
without personality
or even individual existence
all of us
attempting to scratch out
a meager living
from the hard earth --
all of us
just a meal
an easy mark,
a tool,
a hand,
a temp,
a consumer,
a sale,
the accursed obstacle
in the road,
collateral damage
or the expendable pin
on a map of bloody conquest
Empire Out Of Time
In a future reminiscent of the past,
in an air still tinged
with blood and sulfur
the conquering hero sated
with the sacrifice of others
sneers like Ozymandias
or Napoleon
surveying his illusory empire
In the cancerous dust
not yet settled
the conquered,
those with arms left to wave and
tongues stil intact,
pay their homage of platitude
meeting later
out of sight
writing old endings
to new stories
in the Saracen blood
of retro crusaders
mired in a history
of lies
in an age beyond
empire
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