You are at War with Yourself

you have followed yourself into battle; you have answered the call, the clamour of armour and the rising mists.  You have perceived the enemy, the enemy is you outside of you, the enemy is a mirror pointed at the sky like a lake of still reason reflecting the concept of emptiness, that owned by all eyes that you cannot understand without hatred.  The conscience is for the conquered, lost in the cries of the wounded and the stories of the dead – common sense carries no political weight, fact no truth,  the future was yesterday.  You are a war with yourself, there is no time to deliberate.  There is only one truth and it falls like a gavel crushing fact beneath it’s strike.  The truth speaks only one word; yours.  There is only one tactic and it is cheap.  There is a deliberate one move checkmate too radical to be considered by most, and un-defendable by those of charity.  You are at war with yourself.   The hatred oozes from every pore.  Black tides that wash away streets, faces, memories as the favoured moment is right now; the place where you exist elbow deep in blood, swinging the axe of conviction without hesitation because you say where the truth is facts even in the face of facts and life is nothing but the next objective.  You are at war with yourself,  your fields turn to mud.  Whistling arrows whisper mortalities we write poetry with the dull thud of rent meat.  The last breadth of conjecture spells your name, bodies just fall to the ground.  The objective is ahead.  You are at war with yourself.  The dead wear your closed, resting eyes.  You are at war with yourself.  What if you are wrong?   What if the wall always stands?  Always was?  Was always supposed to be?  What is the truth cannot simply overcome fact one day?  What if there is a price for everything, and we pay in the end?  Has the flag grown heavy in your hand, or heavy with your hand?  You are at war with yourself.  You must learn to take prisoners, and salvage something for yourself.

2010

*Commentary: “You are at War With Yourself”

Silly fool.  The Hawks live in the trees outside.  They commit genocide on the squirrels and rabbits every day.  I don’t see you waving a placard about that.  Do you protest outside city hall when skunks take over from the racoons?

Shut up and join the feast, or don’t complain about it.

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