Reading Torture III

Reading Torture III

Reading Torture III- I wrote this Poem, during the time of Bush, I look out the window and see the trees are red again, and these words speak to me again. We were ready then, but perhaps I was mistaken, and this is the autumn when we turn fascist. 

 

Reading Torture III

1

Constructing secret hopeless spaces.

Forcibly arranging

Sexual positions

 

Punching, slapping, kicking

Naked feet.

 

Threatening with rape

Actually raping

 

Threatening with a loaded 9mm pistol

Sodomizing with chemical light wands and broom sticks

Hanging people arms down

From the ceiling

 

Avoiding “the torture word”.

No blood no foul.

 

2

 

Images constructed to distract

Flood of rage

From cold machine

 

Plant seeds of winter. –

 

Children trained to know

Strangers murder

Cookies disguise razor blades

Kindness masks unnatural shark lust.

 

Also sex is death.

 

3

 

Beneath rich green

These leaves are dying

 

Is this the autumn we turn fascist?

Waiting on the path of dying birds

Waiting for Antarctica to melt

 

 

2 Comments

Naomi Julian

November 22, 2016 at 2:11 am - Reply

We will not turn fascist Avi! We will fight and we wii all support each other and Never be Silent! I just took a walk with my German friend and asked her what was the difference between Germany then and America now. And she said; there was no opposition, people didn’t stand up for each other. You know the quote: “they came for the communists but I was not a communist so I said nothing. Then they came for the labor unionists but I wasn’t a union man so I said nothing. Then they came for the Jews but I wasn’t a Jew so I said nothing. Then they came for me but there was no one left to speak for me!”

Charlotte Galper

January 20, 2017 at 11:24 am - Reply

Yes, these are scary times– not just frightening. Naomi’s comment gives me heart. We must brace ourselves to stand up– and if necessary fight — for each other as each opportunity arrives. And there will be many.

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