slaughter guilt

would a western world
know how to pull crushed bodies
out of crushed houses
without crushing them further
hands stretched soft over and over and over and again and again
making hospital beds of ourselves

7,000 martyrs spilt out of picture frames
goya wanted a christ-figure and got a 7-year-old boy with no throat left to scream
gore for uncaring breakfast nook consumption

missiles crayoned with joe biden’s signature
sloppy killings from sleek business suits
i gave my last dollar to the bomb tax
i sponge my face of blood and there’s nothing
an engineered cadaver used to boost the GDP

list the wild abandonments of humanity
and i will yield to them all