★ poetry (4)

"behold power"

if i could behold

the way you weave word-seams into gold

i'd never go hungry for talent again

i know i'd follow you, until the end

if i could behold

the way you go above the threshold

and boast endlessly

about your enchanted embassy

but you don't speak

of the secrets you keep

you hurt women and children

you kill children by hundreds

you kill men, women by the thousands

if i could behold

all of the souls you stole

i'd famine for release

i'd famine for peace

"the man with the broken helmet"

there's something about being surrounded by your own filth

and perhaps the bodies of brothers, from whom my mother did not birth

broken bones 

men without headstones

cloudy eyes

unhinged jaws, snake-like

strange smell

in a living hell

screams / were so loud

take me back / to the parade ground 

bullet cases at my feet 

my body cant move yet, im weak

it all makes me shudder, even when im safe

because i expect to be taken away

even when i know there's nobody watching me

nobody

but i still look at the shadows / like maybe / someone else is inside

                                             hiding from my eyes

out of sight, out of mind

out of mind

im out of my mind

what's wrong with the air?

what's wrong with you?