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War, Like the best encryption software, Scrambles physiology's order and meaning Into splattered Pollocks of veins and tendons, Leaving God to wonder How it will decode this gristle-hash, into the lost message of the soul.

That crematory spike of light, Day nails through The magnifying glass, crucifries the ant scuttling over stone, And smoke skeins Rise from its tiny black thorax The way Kleenex greets the noses Of widows. I confess I feel Godlike Turning out insect bodies born with crunchy armor into the populace of air, Even without the grieving Over the black mouths of graves, Something very special Happens to the ego To those who turn destiny Like a switch to off…  

Nobody believes in life Before death. Our gig of thorns and strife Aspires to dust. This is where The faith is needed. This singular affair Is more than nothing; our meat Is not just nows clothing , I repeat: There is more evidence for us, Than in the God we trust. Let the passe tomes of metaphysics, Pass like dumb romantic flicks. Let the neighbors wired, yapping demons Wake us like a tongue surfing on lemons. In pains crowing cock bloomed defeated Christ, We come to be because our flesh is...

I have had this conversation innumerable times with the Israeli ass-kissers, and it starts out something like this:" What do you expect the Israelis to do? Sure they are killing civilians in their attempt to quell mortar and rocket attacks on their civilian population, but its Hamas and the others who are cynically utilizing human shields in attempts to gain world support and sympathies....what do you expect them to do???" I always find this response extremely interesting, as though...

War, Like the best encryption software, Scrambles physiologies order and meaning Into Jackson Pollocks of veins and tendons, Leaving death to wonder How it will hack into this gristle-hash Of loves failed agenda To monitor the lost message of soul…