'To smite down' is a terrifying idea.

'To destroy utterly' in ancient terms

Not just the Body with stone, iron and fire

But Desire -Intent - Ability – PRIDE

Of the person - the family - the tribe - the society.

The particular form of civilization!

The basic impulse of 'he who smites':

Deliberate dissolution

Of the mode of other people!

 

The resolution is captivity of body and mind

With the societal models of the victor

Exercised in many, diverse ways.

The ultimate goal:

'To enslave the souls of the 'smited!'

 

We, as poets, often take grim ideas

And romanticize them,

Quite smitten with our own, clever thoughts

And perhaps, our perceived superiority.

The romantic idea trivialises 'to smite'.

 

'Smitten by a kitten!'

'Smitten with first love!'

'Smitten with disease!'

But still, really, a form of 'conquer' and 'control'.

The shifting question is 'Of what?'

Animals are complex, especially humans.

Emotions are not mathematics.

And no one is holding a gun to your head.

Usually.

 

'Is this 'poem' going anywhere?'

No.