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two
men stumble
they stumble and they stumble..
leaning into one another drag
around their erased land abounding redacted
bulldozer-fangs tear homes forever eradicated
an entire people starved dismissed deracinated
the corpse-flooded moonscape
razed raped expanded
and this is why the tv news
is all weather sports and showbiz..
loved ones incinerated lay unburied buried
the two men choke on smouldering tar plumes
the baking pewter air wavers
fades the emaciated perambulators
limping injured amid the al fresco subterranea
torn bandages their flag
so rearranged by fervid genocidaires..
sun-bleached skulls bullet-brushed
this realm lathes mind-matter molten particulate
money-sloshed militant militarism
hailed as cost-effective glorious industrious
the self-congratulation mirrors the optics provided
the system
the strategy and the moral prism
spin the landslide pleasure paroxysms..
spinal cords severed send paralysis signals
deafening sonic booms blast racing paramedics
the missile-anvil incarnadine
radiate red crescents lurid crimson
hated babies bloom from cluster munition-kissed wombs
so precocious so impatient
the mother and infant jigsaw puzzle pieces
decorate the blast-furnaced pounded pavements..
putrid smoke enswathes craters
the swallowed scorching air spits and hisses
trapped weary spirits empathetic tag-team both men
the sorry zen of bereaved bewilderment
numb grief visceral flies a kite for all the missing
the all is nowhere
and nowhere is all this..
all..
these ruins tumble beside themselves
as invisible ones afar stand shoulder to shoulder
all..
ice-men titanic vision board and mark
vapourised parched and famished hordes for
abracadabra
the settlers..
all..
where there is only the after
the slain and exiled are the never before..
this two-man scene
is harvested via hd livestream
recorded from yet another kind of drone
buzzing high and low
whirling pincers air condition voyeurs the rotisserie-transmission..
for back in civilisation
where the magicians draw and redraw maps
the consumer side of the feed
also breathes the wise spiritual influencer in split screen
sits pretty
nods sagely
waves at the two stumbling men
at their destitution and desolation
he is hailing a taxi
their mournful situationship does not impress the he..
and the wise spiritual influencer with certainty states
ah yes..yes..
but it is all about perspective
there is always another way to see things..
it is all about..
uh learning
..learning..
and because earth is the university recursive
meaning they might get the chance
the chance to go back
to do this all again
so all is not lost..all not lost..for them
energy can be transmuted..
reconnection..redefinition..reinvention..
and if you have been following me for a while
yes you would know this by now..
i am reading your superthanks comments
thank you
ah yes so it seems many of you do absolutely..
barring a few sceptical trolls..
you see
there is always a choice
a choice as to how to see and feel things..
there is always but always a choice..
a choice even here.. you might well ask
ah yes..yes..because..because..
high up to the piercing blue sky
the two men could raise their downcast eyes..
or the two men could admire that beautiful bird
chirping
there that one bird
perched resting
resting on that..mahogany set of twigs
the branch almost seems like a raised small arm
the bird sits singing so sweetly on its..open palm
the open palm with twigs like tender fingers
offering openness hope direction sustenance
or at least inviting salvation munificent
but if only
if only they would look
now if only they would look..
yes..
realigning perception..
so it is always a choice..always but always
free will..
free will..
but then..a beat..
his baritone voice
all wise spiritual influencer
unexpectedly trails away
and his eyes visibly widen
his wise monetised self shudders to a halt..
he looks so startled as he watches the live feed
for the drone camera has its focus shifted
shifted autonomously by an ai tool..
a soldier emerges and enters the wide-angle frame
the soldier casually strolls towards the two men
then stops..
the two men stop..
the soldier raises his rifle
beseeching voices..disembody..
and the feed is cut abruptly..
the livestream down
the wise spiritual influencer now occupies
occupies the whole screen
his votive voice viced stumbles for a..
word..any word..
uh..oh.. karma..
yes..yes..karma
karma..
it is complicated..it is hard to..
karma. is. complicated..
indeed i might talk about that next week
but only if enough of you request it..
though not necessarily that..
he points to the blank feed..
anyway..anyway..
that is enough for today..
ahhhnd..
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gratitude..
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