Cruelty

We are the cruel;in cruelty is our truth,

The ingenuity of the self-despising,

Born needlessly into difficult flesh

To suffer and make others suffer.


We busy ourselves with dark accounts:

One must balance the books somehow.

“God is love” they taught us in church,

Shadowed by priests’ black wings.


Sanctioned by deliberate reason,

An ordinary man goes about his work,

Eviscerating the enemy,the scapegoat,

With infinite pleasure and disgust.


The fiendish other is always there,

Projecting the evil eye upon us,

Innocents ill-used by life and fate,

Overcoming only by delicious revenge.


The warring actions of my brain

Poise fury and love in the scales;

Mad calculus chases the infinite

Through the bones of the condemned.


Fatal unfathomable mind –vortex

Of countless precise events

From the womb to this wild minute-

Drives every cell in my body;


Keeps Hell’s bureaucracy at work

Classifying and justifying;

Adds skull to skull upon a pile

Joining earth and heaven.