Dougherty reads to Kate Moss from The Book of the Dead

A Poem by Anon ymous

“A recent study showed that every human tested had the world’s best-selling pesticide, Roundup, (manufactured by Monsanto) detectable in their urine at concentrations between five and twenty times the level considered safe for drinking water.” –F. William Engdahl, Global Research
http://foodfreedomgroup.com/2012/07/03/death-of-the-birds-and-the-bees-across-america/#more-22131

There is a dead bee on the sill. I want to believe it died
of old age. Want to believe a breeze will blow in the room
that will have power to heal my wounds. I am your sculpture
with chipped mouth, glazed eyes, ready to listen, ready
to have the bits of my life swept under your bare feet.

Another Holocaust

A Poem by Michael Wymbs

Another Yom HaShoah–Holocaust Remembrance Day
and the war in the Middle East Israel had won in the first week
continues–continues–continues–continues–
their military might trains delivering dead children and women
into vast hinterlands of dust and dirt and bloodshed.
Gaza is gone. Their universities are gone. Their homes are gone.
Everything turned to nothing but shards of bone and lint.

Bob Boldt wrote:

Ahmad at last is drawn back from the scene of his broken home

The rubble that for the last six hours covered the crushed living body of his trapped toddler.

“Da. Da. Da. Da.” came the weak signals from below from the son of the Caterpillar operator. Each “Da” more questioning. Each weaker than the last. Until the last. At 4 AM Ahmad is lead away by the women.

Remember this. None of us can forgive nor can we forget.

A Haiku by Virginie Colline

Earth blue like an orange
in the children’s eyes
the colors of your indelible seeds

Fragments from Gaza

A Poem by Bob Boldt

I see a bandaged head

Framing a ruined

Bloodied, once beautiful face.

Those black, haunted eyes

asking me, “Did you do this to me?”

Second Fragment

Ahmad at last is drawn back from the scene of his broken home.

The rubble that for the last six hours covered the crushed living body of his trapped toddler.

“Da. Da. Da. Da.” came the weak signals from below from the son of the Caterpillar operator. Each “Da” more questioning. Each weaker than the last. Until the last. At 4 AM Ahmad is lead away by the women.

Ozymandias’ Foot

A Poem by Bob Boldt

Here lies a trunkess,
near legless foot,
cold as the blind stones of Gaza.

I think of its owner.
I see him
carefully tending it,
pruning the nails,
scrubbing between the toes in the shower,
generously powdering it and its twin
before dressing to meet the day—
remembering how he stubbed its big toe one joyous wedding night.

This foot was loved as was its owner.
Now, useless as an old tire,
it lies
embarrassed and naked in the raging street
until tanks complete their deadly conversation.
Perhaps in a day or two
it and its dog-chewed, remnant tibia,
bare as a shattered exclamation point,
will be buried near
the house where it once stood.

Traveler, contemplate all that remains of this Palestinian man.
Look upon what a miraculous machine was suddenly undone.
Wonder on the sad truth that we are all just
Such a one as this:
left hanging by a thread to be cut so sharply,
so casually,
so meaninglessly,
by bomb and missile,
grenade and shell—
discarded, boundless and bare,
trash in the Gaza sand.

How can we be so violently defooted—
so senselessly disassembled?

I would have this foot for my very own.
I would place it,
in all its glorious, ruinous, decomposing splendor,
in a monstrance lined with satin
red as the blood that deserted its veins.
My own two feet would gladly do the service of bearing
this holy relic
up the steps of the Capitol in Washington.
Reverently removing the covering of this unique trophy
I would loudly proclaim to the assembled joint session:
“This is the foot of Ozymandias.
Gaze upon your work and despair.”

The Taste of Starvation

https://www.flapperpress.com/post/the-taste-of-starvation?utm_campaign=ea0cea98-780a-4c7b-a8ce-45ec7bbc509a&utm_source=so&utm_medium=mail&cid=29de6625-9b75-4ae5-ae34-98c71bb61df7

by Tom Squitieri

Bitter Results

A Poem by Dorci Drom

Going through Tianxin’s
unlimited stream of strikes,
seventeen fangs Zhen Ji
and hundreds of searching crews.
Just left the floor,
the human body with a towering
Linshao of Qi, hit by something–
Monsanto poisons, Dow’s chemicals,
adopted by this factor burst,
the first tone burst open,
then the next tone. 3rd tone burst open,
Monsanto/Dow Chemical said:
the time difference–.00 wonderful.

Tet

A Poem by Maik Strosahl

It was their tunnels that sunk us,
wormholes
all the way from Cambodia,
wormholes that
burrowed through our minds as
they popped up behind us,
short bursts of rapid fire
until we could spin around,
take out the soldier,
the old woman,
the child barely old enough
to hold a gun and shoot—
a deadly jungle Whack-A-Mole.

Taylor bled out for a hill.
Johnson took lead to the face.
JT to the back of the head.
We all left blood and our youth
across the muddy retreat,
dragging carcasses of best friends
while firing behind at any movement
until we reached the chopper,
lifting away while
still taking incoming—
pot-shots from unseen guns
ricocheting off the fuel tanks.

It was only when airborne
we allowed for tears,
we questioned the
purpose of bleeding and
falling back,
falling back,

falling back
until we were home
and defeated,
burrowing through grey matter,
doubt still creeping through
the dark of our thoughts
to shoot us down.

GOP nominee to run North Carolina public schools called for violence against Democrats, including executing Obama and Biden

An Article by Andrew Kaczynski and Em Steck, CNN

Michele Morrow, a conservative activist who last week upset the incumbent Superintendent of Public Instruction in North Carolina’s Republican primary, expressed support in 2020 for the televised execution of former President Barack Obama and suggested killing then-President-elect Joe Biden.

In other comments on social media between 2019 and 2021 reviewed by CNN’s KFile, Morrow made disturbing suggestions about executing prominent Democrats for treason, including Minnesota Rep. Ilhan Omar, North Carolina Gov. Roy Cooper, former New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo, Hillary Clinton, Sen. Chuck Schumer and other prominent people such as Anthony Fauci and Bill Gates.

“I prefer a Pay Per View of him in front of the firing squad,” she wrote in a tweet from May 2020

https://www.yahoo.com/news/gop-nominee-run-north-carolina-200002143.html

Ecocide

A Poem by A J Huffman

11 million or so gallons (no one’s exactly sure)
of Monsanto’s Agent Orange showered the countryside. Five years
of herbicidal holocaust. Our country’s line:
it was necessary
to deprive the Viet Cong of cover, of food. We are
sorry now that all the vegetation died, that your top
soil is gone along with your jobs and health and Hell,
we didn’t know what we were doing. Well, probably
we did, but that’s not politically correct
to admit. Now the poison is part of the food
chain and children have no choice. They ingest
contaminated plants and animals. Daily,
officials read health reports, stare at the devastating
numbers, close their eyes to the screaming
reality by pretending.
They see only the temporary green
and call it [re]growth.