1
in a place
somewhere birth
or mirth is demeaning
sometimes it is worth
dying;
do not hound the body
devoid of birth
left only, with birthmarks
2
when history unwound life
in bitter strife
unleashing birth and death
was felt that, wars
would open doors of rest
for the superior best
3
and then first when they started
fighting, first with stones
then, gun and bomb
to seek an inner tomb
they did not know
history was, upholstery
4
now we know what
this search is all about
dirty talk, round about
how those bombs will bring peace
to an inferior human race
5
scratched many lives
God, then left man
to scatter thrones
finally those bones!
6
which he is now seeking,
in penultimate meeting
with God, Heaven
the rest, the very best
including the war horse Satan
who, at will can push a button
7
hope where are you?
some find it in dope
mighty hope
world-
of gold
8
ashes will tell
where gashes ( are)
the wound, round
9
now we are all going
autumn, summer,
winter way
rain of pain
in different paths broken,
unspoken
10
Leave it at that;
what?
ponder
man’s miserable
weapon of delight
is, broken light.