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HISTORICITY

22nd.december.2015

Cant it be said that every generation

builds its history on the actuality of headlines?

following well trodden paths, led by boot and hoof

reiterations reverberate in wounds from slogans writing “war”

or “action” or “deployment” for the public’s drunken innocence

full of flags, raised fists, well timed beliefs

ending up among run down archeological dig

‘hey look at this bullet, this trench, helmet, sword, diary.’

Centuries from now some will type their assessments

calling in a new apocalypse, end of days

see our world did not end with computers or robots or auto suggestion

replacing humans, replacing past years, but propaganda is all the same

this has all been before, tip the waiter, slap the historian

monks have seen, priests have blessed, temples have burnt

‘read, read, read’ say the clouds, eternal night-watchmen,

earth returns her memory to starry oceans

feels all that has been lost, picks daisies among marble,

senses passing of bone, sighs, torn prayers

bits of uniform speaking year after year unheard

well, I guess It can’t be explained

except by big nosed know it all politicos

stitching up ripped upped human souls

sticking farcical elegies up our static bums

praise wards of heaven, who speak nothing

silent carry-all of hells we only read about

big nose infuses hate, infuses half truths, eating steak, sleeping well

but here by these wells of forgetting we call history books

rain still falls around dreams that died in winter

wishes fading on pages filled by silent sentinels

poet visionnaires dressed in future darkness,

with flowers that carry words for them

give oxygen to trees with forming leaves,

somewhere in time cloudy seas parley for sunshine, for moonlight

all that covers us with good for a minute given.