Looking for Answers

And denying events

This journey portends

So, it begins;

 

This mixture of love and fear

The tireless industry of culture and sin

 

Sex scandals and race riots

Fast-food, pornography,

Death among the poppies.

 

The lone-gunman is adrift

Amidst the communal sea

Of discontent and conspiracy.

 

Into the green walled city

apart from the city;

Its heat comes from another sun,

The generals drummed up.

 

A city without context - a free-fire zone.

 

The line of victim’s march to resolve

Strange arrangements and relationships

In mortalities are moralities intense denials;

The culture warped, a dementia of fire.

 

The comfortable fictions we read into our lives;

A quality of being human stressing the gap

Between Truth, Lies and the Torturers rap.

 

God's murder is not our distraction;

Slumming and patronizing

Delighting only in His special effects.

 

Halcyon summer;

Some release from the tense meld

The plastic sex and crowded showers

In sinister ward rooms,

The warlords of the burning city.

 

This bitter remembrance;

War is our chaos

We Love how we love

To misunderstand our motives, ourselves

Standing behind the gun.

 

IED's at apogee; flesh shredding towers of sparks

At once over this and all other cities.

While beneath the rendered limbs and etiquette

All the ancient empires leer their discontentment

 

Where -

 

The tracks are lines of rust;

Our foreign trains have departed

With the gestating amputees

Into the blistered tumors of range

In television’s end of days luminosity.