THEN:
stock-still monk in sun-spot flames
concentrate his skin, our illusions
flayed by the flames, left him
relief from belief
.
NOW:
transactional
mere recovery of a lunch-money debt
.
lips-tremble under lone-ranger masks
.
these wrong-wrench,
soft-handed joystick boys
infant monkeys nursed in barbwire
formula-fed, breast denied
cigarette-sickened
the last chosen for field-lot games
these took home their toys
.
THEM:
theirs the angers
theirs the rage, scabs from a lesser age
theirs no redemption
theirs no discovery
theirs no detonation
theirs no clarity
theirs no monks for the burning
.
US:
discovery, not dismay
detonation, not decay
datapoint, not debate
observation, not accusation
we are what’s left when innocence dies
there be no village left to burn
.
our relief from belief
our resolve unencumbered by hope
anger not, ritual all
.
welcome to the woodchipper
.
(hijo, come out to play)
.
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