Innocence and Violence

The penny drops
And falls a long long way:
The moment of impact
Is a nuclear explosion.

Everywhere is violence,
The weapons unseen;
Catastrophes of language
And perception.

We are fighting on the barricades
Of a lost cause,
Always a lost cause,
Judas our patron saint.

What is the politics of a smile,
Of a movement, a gesture,
A quotidian action?
All is perverted, human.

This anger is the effort
To break through to meaning,
Coup d’état in the republic
Of vacuous signs.

And God? Well, He too
Will sometimes exceed
The norm,go a little too far
And make a mess.