Denis Foley ≈ Poem

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SUNSET WEST

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TAWNY CALIFORNIA
WAS STILL THERE AS
THE NEW DAY WAS DAWNING
WONDERING WHAT HAPPENED
TO THE FANTASY
WAITING IN THE LINE-UP
UNEMPLOYED AND YAWNING
WHAT ONCE WAS DEEMED
A CERTAINTY SEEMED
AS VAGUE AS A BLESSING
BUT SLIGHTLY MORE DISTRESSING
MORE LIKE A WHISPERED WARNING
OR SOMETHING STRANGE WE HAD DREAMED.
REMEMBERED FAINTLY IN THE MORNING

GAUDY MALEDICTA WAS ATTENDING
TO HER MAKE-UP
DESCRIBING THE LATEST BREAK-UP
IN THE MOVIE OF HER LIFE
THIRD TIME ROUND AS A WIFE
BUT ONLY ONCE AS A MOTHER
HER SON WITHOUT A FATHER
CHILD FATHERED BY A LOVER.
NOW COMPLAINING THAT SHE’S BROKE
RECLINED IN CONTEMPLATION
WITH A MORNING LINE OF COKE
LIFTS A BREAST IN SELF EXAMINATION
A SICKLY FASCINATION
WITH PLASTIC BOOBS AND  PLASTIC LIFE
INFLATABLE DOLL OR PLASTIC WIFE
BUT STILL SHUDDERS AT THE NOTION
OF THE PLASTIC SURGEONS KNIFE.

BUT THE BOY BELIEVED THE GLORY STORY
AND FOLLOWED THE SPANGLED FLAG
TO TOUGHEN UP AND BE A MAN
AND NOT BECOME A FAG
TO LEARN THE OLD AND UGLY SKILLS
LIKE HOW TO SNIPE AND COUNT YOUR KILLS
OUR LATEST HIGH TECH INNOVATION
BRINGING BARBARIC DESOLATION
TO THE PEOPLE AND THE NATION
WITH GLOWING SALT THE FIELDS ARE SOWN
LEAVING NOT ONE STONE UPON A STONE
AS CARTHAGE WAS RAZED BY ROME
FALLUJAH TOWN IS FALLING DOWN
THE SACRED DRILLING RIG, PHALLIC IDOL
ERECT  AMONGST THE WRECKAGE
PUMPING ALL ALONE. THE SACRAMENTAL
BLACK BLOOD OF MURDERED CHILDREN
WHILE FLYING ROUND AND ROUND
THE WATCHING KILLER DRONE.

BUT THE SOLDIER BOY WILL BE COMING BACK
FROM CRUELTYS STRANGEST LAND
THE GHASTLY PRISONS OF IRAQ
THE AGONY OF AFGHANISTAN
HIS MIND NIGH BROKEN ON HIS PERSONAL RACK.
WITH A SMOULDERING HOLE
WHERE HE KEPT HIS SOUL
AND A NEED FOR SPEED AND CRACK.
HE WILL KEEP HIS PET MACHINE GUN
AND A FLAIR FOR THE DRAMATIC
STASHED AWAY, FOR THAT SPECIAL DAY
WHEN HE AND HIS FRIENDS COME OUT TO PLAY
IN HIS SECRET BUNKER, HIDDEN IN THE ATTIC.
FOR HE WAS WITH THE TROOPERS
THAT RODE IN ARMOUR TO THE WAR
ALL THE WAY TO BABYLON, LOOKING FOR THE WHORE.

BUT NOW SOMETHING HAS HAPPENED
TO THEIR GOD GIVEN FUN
THE POWER’S FAILED AND THE MACHINE WON’T RUN
NOW SOMEONE IS ANGRY AND HE’S GOT A GUN
THEIR ANCIENT LAWS CAN STILL BE TRUE
AND THEY WILL TELL HIM EXACTLY, WHAT TO DO
IF YOU KILL HIS MOTHER, HE’LL KILL YOUR SON
IF YOU BOMB HIS VILLAGE AND KILL HIS WIFE
HE’LL TRACK YOU DOWN AND TAKE YOUR LIFE
SO YOU GUNSHIP TROOPERS WITH YOUR TORNADO FIRE
YOU CAN STRAFE THE  BLOODY HIGHWAY
FROM PYRE TO BLOODY PYRE
BUT YOUR BEAST IS WOUNDED AND IS NO LONGER SURE
OF WHY IT’S THERE,OR WHAT WAS IT FOR
IT’S BLEEDING MONEY FROM EVERY PORE
THE IGNORANT  FOOLS IN CHARGE IGNORE
THE SAVAGE LESSON, THE ETERNAL LAW
ONLY THE PEOPLE CAN WIN A PEOPLES WAR

SO BELAY THAT MOURNFUL MUSIC
BEWARE THOSE MUFFLED DRUMS
IN THE KEENING OF THE PIPES
ALL HAIL. THE DREAD THANATOS COMES.
IN THIS VICIOUS, AWFUL TIME
TRACERS RIPPING THROUGH THE AIR
DOES A EULOGY HAVE TO RHYME
DO THE MOURNERS REALLY CARE.
THAT THE MOTHERS MILK IS MIXED WITH BLOOD
AND THE CHILDRENS WOUNDS ARE FILLED WITH MUD.
SO TELL ME NOW, YOU DYING HEROES
BEFORE YOU FEED THE FLOWERS
WHY OUR TEARS JUST SALT THE SEAS.
AS YOU SCREAM AWAY THE HOURS.

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