Mass murderers elected to government
Born from masses of murderers
Birth monstrous millennials
From consumer consumers
Mass producing mass murder
Amorphous mobs of conformity
Metastasising myrmidon masses
Amass stockpiles of munitions
Mass communicate maelstrom
Teach humanities/preach masses
Sing the peace of mass murder
Warring for massive profits
Let us proclaim the mystery
Equal to one greater than all
The Enemy
Who knows the enemy
He is a shadow
He is familiar
He lives far away
He lives next door
He speaks in tongues
He crosses borders
He secures borders
He knows what you fear
He fears you
He faces you
He surrenders
He accepts conditions
He plots against you
He is hungry
He is sated
He is you
Crow Feather Totem VII
for Andrew
On the last day in my animal body
I find a hawk feather
Branches rattle like a war dance
Light streams down in sheets
Decolourizing the leaves
When I pick up the feather
It bursts into a blue flame
In a world of parallel stars
Returning to the Field of Play
“The instant of decision is madness.”
Kierkegaard
I know this from saving penalty kicks,
From diving left or right,
From rushing attacking strikers,
Plucking crosses off hostile heads.
Other times, instinct at the instant
Of decision saves a certain goal;
Truth deflected, the blindness
Of Planck time, our truest guide.
Sometimes all a keeper needs
Are intimations of immortality,
Offside shadows, rebounding voices,
To know position before location.
Age of Dictators
War and without war
Blood and without blood
Fear and without fear
Victory and without victory
Program pogrom
CrISIS critical
Terror tautological
Fake factuality
Anonymous aborning
Innocent impedimenta
Desert dysphoria
Media miasma
War and without war
Blood and without blood
Fear and without fear
Victory and without victory
Oil ochlocracy
Saudi serendipity
Christian camarilla
Jesuit jihadists
Atrocities attenuated
Realities remontant
Twitter tergiversating
Hyperbole hokum
War and without war
Blood and without blood
Fear and without fear
Victory and without victory
Freemason fraternizers
Russian revanchism
Rothschild revisionism
Chabad chutzpa
Oligarch oppugnancies
Totalitarian turbidity
Illuminati ingravescence
Bilderberg biddables
War and without war
Blood and without blood
Fear and without fear
Victory and without victory
Crow Feather Totem VI
Walking on a windy day
My shadow flew away.
Next day the wind was back,
My father vanished into black.
Walking on a windy day
My mother fell to earth.
Next day leaves were flying,
My eldest left the house.
Walking on a still day
My shadow shows the way.
Words for a Friend
RIP Andrew Bellon
One who encourages poetry in others– encourages more life.
One who shares the poetic in everything—shares more life.
And one who lives poetry– outlives death by its own abundance.
The Unspeakable Girl
The divine girl is missing
From Poland, from Czechoslovakia,
From Hungary and the Ukraine…
We mustn’t speak about the divine girl.
She has gone into the streets
And brothels of Europe,
Tel Aviv and the Emirates…
She has gone into the underworld,
Vanished into namelessness,
Passed through corridors,
Swallowed the darkness.
She is unspeakable, expendable.
Shh, don’t speak
About the unspeakable girl.
Substitutes for a Nightmare
Arms deals and beheading,
Education attacked in Hungary.
Good in evil and evil in good,
Terror and subterfuge.
Ignorance can’t be reconciled.
The rich minority in the interests
Of the rich minority.
The wrong people in authority
Pollute population with corruption.
President carrying human head
Offers no apology.
Books begin burning again,
Ashes mock teachers and holy men.
Nuclear attacks on God
Fail to destroy God.
Time is dead forever.
The hatred continues.
The hatred conditions.
Mafias close one ear
And toast in Russian.
Brexit decides to text it,
America to sext it,
Oligarchs to own it,
Working class to suffer it,
Israel to shekel it,
Media to condemn it,
Turkey to meddle in it
And Asia to cook it.
No wonder earth is dying.
Mothers of mothers crying.
The best stop trying.
We can’t tell who’s lying.
Adult Children and the World
Does anyone else notice an inordinate number of adult children? Both men and women. Is it the natural progression of the video-game man child? Anyway, there seems to be more. You could generally count on older generations who experienced war and hardship not to be fools. That was their strength. Now there’s no one to say “you don’t know what being a fanatic means,” or “you have no idea what the cost of hatred is.” We have these people, but we call them refugees and confuse them with the oppression they are fleeing.
The trend toward authoritarianism becomes even more frightening when we see infant dictators applauding their own nuclear ambitions or discontented potentates dragging the world down for their own selfish gains.
Salvatore Ala 