from the dust of confession
the guilty mind courts sage
the philosophers call such process
reasoning
from this fluid place
poetry flows unnamed
and in the blink of a self condemning eye
all activity is carefully cataloged
information and the like
choice ammunitions of the arguer's wit
blood let the catalyst
of confrontation's firm will
into horrendous rubble
a short series of winds
pass such devastation
onto another day
abuses brought on by
numbed mindless reaction
to repeatedly suffered brutality
travels the same
blatantly ignorant courses
the doldrums
lure
the suicide contemplating masses
in to fill up the graveyards
with the piled up human refuse
of a truly disposable society
tears bait the eyes
to think of humanity
once so esteemed
now mere litter of flesh
ground up from yesterday's headlines
of humiliation forgotten
as the lesser back page fence sitters
lost the entire match
to a faceless opponent
before the first set was
even played
history never tires
of targeting a new day..............
(written Dec. 30, 2001 230am)