A World of Mass Murdering Generals Sipping the Shit Brew of Elephant Defecation

generals look for PR teams
psychological IQ tilters
ways to plumb Detroit
or San Juan of detritus
waste in their minds, cogs
the brawn and fodder
anything to plug into
US of War-sreal hi-tech graduates
all those citizens sunning
in California
making magic
designing machines of war
before trips to Trader’s Joe
new PT cruiser for the children
zip-tied and big wide braces-mouth
SUVs made in Bavaria, heading for Napa Valley
tasting the terroir
some essence of a “wet back”
tending to the $200
a bottle worthy of James Beard

they go on TV now, smug
rough voiced, girly generals, admirals
mean as a Vlad the Destroyer
pressed medals
pips to show the number
of welfare years
in service to the devil
as they play, these little
lipless men, some women
sending Israel
the entire DNA codes of mankind
for soldiers yet to be born
those ants, pumped up
on tank rodeos, the joystick
mass murderer posters of
all you can be
the cowering families imploded

generals, the government leaders
skimming the world for new
ways to send mechanical raptors
into the night, the turbines seeking
turbans, balaclavas
these Academy tin soldiers
now the sex pots of the mainstream
mush news, the billions poured
into propaganda campaigns
while the spigots are turned off
in Detroit, while the fuel lines
are cut in Damascus, while dingos
run the land plagued by parvo
anything for the generals
looking for boys, girls
looking for the gears in the machine

flaunted by the chemists
each thermodynamic wave
measured to fry some part
of the protestor, we all are
illegal aliens, and they seek
us with heat-sensing calamity
they wait for a trillion in health
care bills before holding a million
axes over our collective heads
deputies foreclosing with ram-rod
Humvees, machine gun turrets
manned by LGBT sinister ones
all waiting for jobs as jailers
poor, miseducated, from cradle
to consumer to debtor
to grave

have you heard the news yet
NPR reporting on elephant
coffee, $750 a pound
of shit-encrusted cherries
pulled into bellies of pachyderms
the audacity of this Jewish radio
never acknowledged, as hipster
after superficial consumer sucker
brings us the news of nothingness
gives us the supersonic sales pitch
of the uniformed murderers
the world is their oyster
we are the splayed bivalve
the rotting flotsam
of the totalitarian United
States of Corporations
police state in the kindergarten
lock-downs when two boys
duke it out, black high school youth
the targets in their Grand Theft
auto training grounds, future felons ‘r
us

where do they sleep
these lipless white Gentiles,
Jews, who have conjured up
total awareness, each blip of each
life tracked, each micro-penny
calculated to make them trillions
each drip-drip-drip
of the torture table
how they make a living
six homes next to A-4 bombing McCain’s
seven, these Zionist militarists
the weaker sex

if only these guys rotted
all those Colins and McNamaras
those bullshit Haigs
if only they had been fragged
if the tables had turned and everyday
their lives, their offspring’s lives
put in the balance
some ex-Marine waiting
in ambush for CEO
of Monsanto, BoA
any of them, IED
those baby-killing
son-splaying
daughter-wounding
generals State Department
turncoats, MBAs, JDs
PhDs, the lot of them
false flags
the reason capitalism and democracy
is the terror wind of global
total surveillance

Paul Kirk has been a journalist since 1977. He's covered police, environment, planning and zoning, county and city politics, as well as working in true small town/community journalism situations in Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Mexico and beyond. He's been a part-time faculty since 1983, and as such has worked in prisons, gang-influenced programs, universities, colleges, alternative high schools, language schools, as a private contractor-writing instructor for US military in Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and Washington. Read other articles by Paul.