Awake Liar Awake

 

Awake liar, awake a child remembers fabulous massacres.

to comfort the dying of normal voices, blue ending of bitter blast tears

I watch, listening, crushing

All young soldiers dreaming the modern sickness, homespun the hero  torturing and raping, passion with the radio on, kicking out music.

 

strike out laugh at puppets with  madmen.

pause for emotion

 

shows me a daughter lips on barbed wire.

gods with white faces,

babies crawling with maggots, deserving to die

 

It's not my problem

this far and certain happening, a child without sleep, a cry without remembering.

 

I change the sensation

spared dreadful meaning, ugly responses.

I don't have to see the zero  of nations,

pale open history , old men alive.

 

intruding  poison and turning and children invisible  who are ruining the cosmos  with their bent pickled faces distracting from beauty, bleeding black sounds.

 

I watch a strange kind of memory, so dull, so hungry that only talks of disturbing

I gaze at the glowing glass to shudder at fiction, dry whitened death, but humans with likeness of Martians

in no way is it painless , this loss of attention.

offloading of judgement, turning aside.

 

 

 

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mark littler

Wed 30th May 2012 10:29

rachel bond glad you like it wrote it in 1992 one of my older unpublished works still apt today

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Rachel Bond

Sat 26th May 2012 09:26

my thoughts entirely sir.

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Rachel Bond

Sat 26th May 2012 09:26

my thoughts entirely sir.

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