Sunday, 22 June 2025

Abattoir Aid


in a particular bomb-bronzed area
one we need not mention by name
within the territory without a country
not so anciently slain..

the unfettered policy
     exile and abandon them
           condemn and contain them
                   dehumanise and slay them
                           disease and distress them
                                        burn and starve them..

and then..and then..
then sponsor and direct the repurposed aid-giving
via so-called emergency aid centres
absolutely nothing shady to see here
nothing in all its grotesque verdant splendour..


the garish-coloured presence
the helping fist camouflaged in the velvet of high-viz
the bleeding hearts replaced
safely decapitated

summarily despatched for pleasure
at leisure

amounting to a zero
a zero less than a decaying world full of uh whatever..

powdered soup
stale bread loaves
and melting water bottles
all the music..
corral waves of desperate and beleaguered easy targets deceived..

the benighted
emaciated dehydrated and ragged
swarm under the punishing pummelling swelter
raised waving hands of crushed bodies wilt
outside these emergency aid centres

a few freebies are lazily flung at them
like they do at corporate entertainment events
good for the teevee
drip-drip compassion-smoothies for the soon-to-be attrited
redacted at warp speed..


to the screams
ratatat shots ring out and echo and reverberate

as video-game marksmen shoot them down
fish slain in an imploding barrel
the shocked and bleeding collapse and concertina
carrion with nowhere to go
marooned within their open prison bestrewn with skeleton bones
ratatatatat..ratatatat..

hunger games
without a hint of the sexy
abattoir aid
prophecy-made
the déjà vu of stacked deception the recursive ritual
binoculars blinded deckchairs included..


and by dozens each and every day
the starving numbers lessen
by dozens a day
efficient
cost effective
no body bags required
the dead here often dress super-casual..


abattoir aid
long-life bullets etched with the unnamed
as they pass the finishing line of their use-by date
unannounced..

and the collective kiss of fate
will only count as a sliver of a statistical point of data

anyone melts into everyone
a whole one of  minus no-one

since many decades long gone
abattoir aid..