Black helmets unborn of thrice black dawnings,
Enshrouded was the zone on which the vampire
Rent, fangs with which to sink deep in naked flesh,
Whereon no daffodils pled or cried; phantoms of

Death beyond the dread gloaming, the predator
That crept catlike on virgin song, ready to pounce
In bloodlust roaming, the mind encaged, the light
Put out; mercy stood not upon their taut lips, mercy

Stood not upon their brow; a battering ram struck
Down that lonely door, to screams and shouting, a
Death knell cry; more heavily armed than soldiers
In Iraq, were the wraiths of men that besieged their

Countrymen. The daughter was the first to be seized,
Sixteen, and dragged screaming into the inexorable
Darkness, twelve shots rang out as their dachshund
Fell: she lay silent, to wag her tail in love nevermore;

The husband, panic-stricken, felled with a blow to the
Brain with a rifle butt, from a pale mouth bleeding, the
Agents stepping over his body as in a trance; as the
Mother was set upon by four storm troopers, each an

Impotent limb did grasp, as she cried out for her lamb,
Taken by brutal lawless men, no comforting lilacs, or
Rainbows nigh; frantically attempting in vain to flee, only
To be tased repeatedly, handcuffed while concussed

And moaning, to be packaged in a coffin, as a pig is duly
Sent to the abattoir. Enshrouded thereon did angels rend,
Eviscerating souls upon black waters, the screams they
Heard not, nor the weeping, it was another night in California.

David Penner’s articles on politics and health care have appeared in Dissident Voice, CounterPunch, Global Research, The Saker blog, OffGuardian and KevinMD; while his poetry can be found at Dissident Voice, Mad in America, and redtailedhawk.substack.com. Also a photographer, he is the author of three books of portraiture: Faces of The New Economy, Faces of Manhattan Island, and Manhattan Pairs. He can be reached at 321davidadam@gmail.com. Read other articles by David.