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
