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Friday, April 22, 2011

The Not-so Good of an Earth-centered Friday

Here’s what passes for a Good Friday:
The drone of bots dropping bombs
in the name of a Man-god,
whose half-breed flesh
and blood have been
transubstantiated
to stand for a peculiar,
store-bought brand of freedom,
freedom we dilute more
with the gallons of others’ blood spilled,
while still others shed their blood
just to taste it.

The celebrated Earth tastes it,
the others' spilled blood.

It’s her day too,
but she’s not in a celebrating mood
what with that sour taste of blood
and the litter of flesh we’ve left.

Their god can sort
the innocent from the guilty.

Our god was crucified today
and we’re taking the afternoon off.
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