Civilization
the place drawn out of
a quiet heavy nothing
like a letter from me to myself
each thinking the other a fool
every city is all
the cities in the world
their neighbors in the country pay
in blood and little supper
Angry poems
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Speaking truth to power
who follows the lies
expressed on all occasions now
the art of lying is over
guns hear nothing
whether in earnest or not
Backward river
years of my life full
of horrid memory
taking me back into the river
that thin nation
all fury and revenge
cruel men never suffer
barbarous as the afternoon office
Chainsaw
the old oak rocks
taken by fire and exhaust
how an engine promises
the least world
a house which will be
very hard to love
Business as usual
our usual business
is sickness:
all the hurt
to all our families
a great feast of work
cards to the blind
Strike
we go out on strike
left eye as poor as a cog
heart forced to sing an impossible part
ear a well for the mad
the no-good hips
what faction lit up the mind
Birnam Wood
the whole difference
between a wood and an army
is love
they that laugh and do nothing
only respect the grave
razing all the strongholds
giving the land a massacre in the fields
but none of the men I write about
burn like candles
Things fall apart
where rivals play-act a war
and we all give the given talk
where they know things
from the king’s own mouth
I trust an atheistic drunk
to account for hope
Self-actualization
like news of peace
the land so promising in spring
is sick and wounded with oil
getting money
we hope to get thin
go home hungry to be
Arms dealer
I lose count of all
the late-night finds
a ladder to the heart
a good red tune
a plot to make war appear
greater than money
Monument
touching the head of the king
for this
they wounded a stone
Fulmination
the received spit
of news in the mouth
War Moon
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