An apology

forgive me
for i was never
angry at you

i have bruised you
burned you
scarred you
stained you
neglected you

you are not as strong as the other
i still love you

you have broken my fall
taken the blade not once not twice
that’s what gives you character
as a matter of fact you may be the
strongest of all

ode to my left arm


Feeding catastrophe

build machines
to build machines
to build machines
to destroy

drug the water
for cannon fodder
cauterize the wound
but it still bleeds

bodies piled
abort the child
blame the mother
not the other who forced the seed

steal to own
the steel and stone
that reaps the souls
of the flesh and bone
crushed together in greed

messiahs rotting
pariahs plotting
clotting herds
mocking words
of force fed creed

hypodermic needles
sewing into our skin
injecting our destruction
injecting our destruction