i’ve seen the great towers crumble
and the washed-up bodies rot
i’ve been to the houses
where they cut the children
and they had all their blood drained out
i’ve heard the cries they make when you cut them
and how little is left when they’re done
i was bored so i had hell reenacted
i’ve made plans
and i’ve put them in action
a need to repudiate
a compulsion to repeat
repeat, repeat the same mistakes
eventually, we’ll succeed
death drive over a cliff
down into the sea
with me
i’ve seen fecund cancers spread
from lung to heart to head to toe
i’ve heard the suburbs go ricin quiet
and strange white masses swarm
i’ve heard prophets whisper hate
and featureless flesh attempt to crawl
i’ve seen the poor eat medical waste
and the rich not eat at all
i’ll choke you until you like it
and i’ll like it too
we’ll make art out of violence
and the medium is you
now
i
understand
why
you
left
and
never
came
back
just back to haunt me
