Church of Violence

A vampiric groaning: the Baghdadi boy’s
Screams still rending the night through
Bloodstained walls; a child’s body is pulled
From the inexorable rubble, the IDF pilot

Relaying that the target has been destroyed,
The gelid form crumbling to ash in her father’s
Arms. A sickening light: an Afghan wedding
Turned into a scene of unutterable horror,

The second sacrifice unfurled for the survivors
At the wake; Ukrainians dragooned and sent
Once more into the abattoir, doomsday weapons
Lusting for bones of man, the monolith calling,

A cruel dominion; the roving of unborn cann-
Ibals, the maiden’s last cry, a lone wolf howling
Beyond the raging of the interrealm, the citadel
Drowning, undrawn was the last sky. And the

Tabernacle spread its wings across the Lucif-
Erian shadow, with a taser for the canticle, a
Hood for the milk-white nave, sunless bars for
The ciborium – waning were the catacombs, the

Silence of crimson rains. Primeval minds evan-
Escing betwixt the maws of anarchy, whereon
The dragon roared in thunder, and the demons
Knelt in homage before the Church of Violence

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 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 Read other articles by David.