Sunday, December 1, 2024

Another Anti-war Poem (you don't have to see the visuals to know what slaughter looks like)


Graphology Superscription 117: administrations

Without viewing
the visuals, you’ll 
likely know 
what killing 
looks like.

And you’ll know
that Biden’s call
for Ukraine to ‘revise’
its recruitment age 
from twenty-five
to eighteen
is an ‘anthem
for doomed youth’
played out by proxy.
An act of creative 
thinking.

And you’ll reason
that increased weapons-flow
is the twist in a presidential 
pardon that serves
next generations.
You are forgiven...
and you... and you.
Thanks very much
(from afar)
for your sacrifice.

Processing, you’ll second-guess
that a new administration
will pursue pet conflicts
under chosen conditions. 

A fresh set of eyes
even if you’re not looking.

Rerouting front lines
for fresher conscripts.

Different audio-visual
frames of reference.

Alternative newsfeeds.

You might re-say that wars
escape their makers,
their sustainers, and their
apologists. That wars ultimately
feed themselves. You might
tick off the days on the calendar
with or without hope.

You might also say that wars 
ache with clichés for slaughter 
even if you don’t view 
that latest footage from x
or y co-ordinates — sicut dixit

Edited... or even up-
loaded raw 
and immediate.

And other such
affronts.

And having said all this,
if you do say all of this, 
you might conjecture 
over potential
‘peace talks’; 
memorials;
re-plantings
of torn fields;
post-war 
economies,
strategic
realignments.
Allegiances.
And that hardly
mellifluous saying:
‘adult time for adult crime’.



John Kinsella