Bellum beatus et sanctus

"Now, Lord, take away my life, for it is better for me to die than to live." Jonah 4:3

by T.P. Wilkinson / February 21st, 2016

For the famished
from the finished
in the fashion
where the passion
of the servantless
master
the fantastic lord
sends
the faithful
the faithful
to trod
until faithless
piety
evaporates.
The final blessings
god’s fatal dressings
brutality
futility
democracy’s utility
economic virility
clothed
in carcasses
innoculated
displaying
dismaying
dismal
education,
worshipping
the insane creations
delusions
embedded
embalmed
in decayed
Western nations.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, February 21st, 2016 at 8:05am and is filed under Poetry.