The Salamander Speaks ~ Monday, 22 January 2018

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Creativity sucks the marrow from my bones 

      especially when down sick with influenza 

seriously you sneak into my home to eat 

On the lamb and expect me to get back in touch

       with you at the prison now they put you away 

       for good forevermore 

when you became my friend 

Locusts swept through Egypt 

like gypsy caravans on the move through Europe 

Liquidate the Roma 

As you said so you did 

but they were just children 

Really you couldn't find anyone your own size 

10 

Gifted and talented education for sick bastards beyond repair at least I learned to give the executioner a wide berth the hangman his love of sailors' knots the governor whisky and a box of cigars bribery may not win an election by votes 

Ask the last governor while you're in the big house 

Last I heard they lost the keys for that bastard 

Lo and behold the lights continue to brown out 

Organize a party to search for your childhood 

Wonder how you turned out to become the sick fuck out of all of my friends 

11 

        ask me why you blackguard 

Maybe if I answer the post-it note you left 

As cryptic a message

as if an Enigma began working again

to save Nazi soldiers 

Recently discovered 

Ready to kill poses frozen corpses survive 

as if an episode

of The Twilight Zone caught 

them unexpectedly ready to shoot half-dead 

Oświęcim 

po polsku 

Oświęcim 

Widows of prisoners

in concentration camps 

Forget I speak of such 

matters such sad marvels 

Over the years we read to absorb the horror 

to root ourselves in fear and trembling at terror 

Lessons in faith taught me humility before 

call it what you may God the malicious demon 

the prime mover of breath worked me into frenzy 

Lessons of this nature 

learned from history books taught me to grind my teeth 

On the rocks of hatred against those who do harm 

but when it came to you 

Windows to imagine gave you license to kill 

and God couldn't care less 

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Pretend I didn't say anything about God the imaginary entity beyond sense beyond our own senses no one could imagine 

Art as a metaphor

for everything we sense 

everyday of the week

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Religion is a game 

for people to fight wars 

a reason beyond sense 

where emotions murder 

in the name of pure hate 

senseless incredulous 

appeal to blood vengeance 

does your God hold a sword 

Likely this is Justice 

potrayed as a woman 

Objectively blinded 

to appeals by mothers 

Reality creeps in when executioners 

sharpen blades to kill sons