Kill Switch

 

 

     Go on,

Go on and press it,

Press the damned switch and let it be done,

Let it all be done unto Earth as it is in heaven,

     As that’s what they preach

That’s what they preach!

 

     Where be my beloved Rachel,

Where does she go between the hours

My loins and longings no longer request her

Company?

A bar, the gymnasium for the perfects;

Maybe a church for Devine intervention.

 

     Does she pray I wonder,

Does she beckon Angels come release

Her from these dark satanic lands

For since the war,

Her brethren roam like rats

Feasting on organs of

What is left of human.

 

     And,

Press the switch Man,

Do the good thing and let

Nothing stop you from seeing,

Believing, recognizing and establishing

Dialogue with God,

Her God – My god –

It makes no difference to me.

 

     As long as,

As long as he knows

She won’t be here forever.

 

     She is perfect,

The architects must once have been

Dreamers of fine art and music,

Must have known the intensity

Of Mans desires and,

     The scars can be repaired

Once we reach the Corporation,

That is, that is, their organs

Have not already been robbed.

 

     Oh fuck it man,

Flick the switch she is not real,

She is not the embodiment of woman

She is barren, she is not capable but then,

Why, why bring life to this world

Where everything is cancerous

And nothing lasts

     ‘She will not last forever and nor I!’

 

Kill it,

Kill all of it,

Make no reference to her beauty

And destroy the false concubine,

Kill it all, all Mankinds

Grandiose gestures of Godlike

Forms, for,

     Her intellect teases

And I would be charmed by

Her lucidity but only if,

She recognized the Holocaust

Sealed our joint demise.

 

     Here in my lap,

The Browning nestles weighted

Against my flesh, flesh - the biology of man,

And I would shoot to maintain she be no others,

But her beauty be the profoundness

Of Mans creation now in death.

 

     And why do we create only to

Destroy?

Why did we give hope

Of Paradise in off world quarters

Only to blow this paradise,

This Earth?

 

Seven Billion Gone but

For Rachel and I,

But tonight I will die and she too –

The pyre already set and there can be no

Resistance, she is after all, AI

 

     This Dimension is done

My Gun ceasing the pain,

No Sun to declare a path

To heaven, just acid rain

And,

     Here she is in the doorway,

Her shadow by false light

Touching the tool for declaring

Her deceased, and, she is smiling

So cold,  so cold - I am weakened for my death,

She is armed,

And I cannot take her beauty.

 

Michael J Waite 17^th January 2017