This is not atrocity
This is the basement
This is the sea receding like lips to reveal tooth-like shells
  
Amongst the bullet casings and corpses felled leaving the boats
This is the sand like an inverted moat around the
Kingdom at sea, and this is the Remainder.
   Yet they remain jubilantly-

Is this what being jubilant means?
Chamomile anklets adorning a hanged child.

This is not atrocity,
Ignorance wielding pitchforks and fire.
Anger alight and hostility riled
This is not atrocity.
This is not far from this reality;
Remember this child-
  
And the mob piled like tinder on themselves
Convincing carrion feeders
And unimpeded breeders that
Halt the march of science that
This is not atrocity.

The certain hot song by which Earth is greeted
Has an immediately recognizable tune.
And
This is not atrocity;
It sounds more like ******, ******.

But I can't hear it
And I have no fear anymore
I open my eyes to another routine killing, and I know-
      
This is atrocity-

But a necessary one.
It's hardly enough to stay alive
And as I and we strive for
Money and coffee and love,
I and we let
atrocity
enter us.
Climb into us like a hand does a glove,
or a puppet.
It is not nature;
Nor fate;
And one needn't be dead
to appreciate the ability to open the senses
and actually sense.

And this,
I am certain,
   Is not an atrocity

And its flushes blue,
the dimple in the warming foam.

And its sighing waves,
the petting lullaby.

And its hands sapphire clear,
the pleasing touch.

And my sweet breath unescaped,
The longing lung.

I think the world has gone insane,
on the brink of suicide.
We pollute the air were supposed to breath,
and in our SUV's we hide.

There's people starving in the world,
so we grow corn for fuel,
and let it rot over taking a loss,
'cos were nobody's fool.

We're ignorant of the balance,
Mother Nature's systems need,
so we try and fix what isn't broke,
by genetically modifying seed.

And now the earth is fighting back,
trying to save herself,
from this pesky little virus,
thats needs back on the shelf.

And years from now when we are gone,
and she is back on track,
the only thing we left behind,
was all this plastic crap.

I will hold a candle up to you-
to singe your skin.
Brace yourself...
I'm bent with bitterness.

I know, that's not yours. But your song died
with you. The notes bled out, left behind stains
like the red in your bed.
This one is far more fitting for us now.

Where are we now? It's ironic-
'cause even when you're dead?
I still do what you want.
Keep you safe at night, I am.

Kneeling at the foot
of a grave I dug myself,
kneeling beside ashes
that I've burned myself.

Two feet under,
two feet across.
I sprinkle the ashes
of everything we lost.

I'll whisper at first,
wake you up slow.
But I can't keep quiet long,
as I'm sure you know.

So wake up, quiet girl,
from this slumber of sorrow.
The ghost of you should be enough
to keep me safe as I walk home.

No, I don't sleep well,
I wasted all my good nights
staying up with you,
and your threats, promises.

But don't you worry,
I learned from the best.
Bacardi is my lullaby,
so lay your ghost to rest.

I'll be back tomorrow night.

i love it when you say
chrysanthemum, pedestrian
aminals, spectacles, nudist and crotch.

i hate it when you say
motherboard, adrenaline
angry, soaking, wrinkles, and rights.

it’s been too long since I heard you say
anything.