Best Abattoirs Poems

( This poem is about the ' Killing Fields' of Cambodia, 1975-79,  where as many as 2 million people were murdered by the communist...

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STOLEN ILLUMINATION OF THE STAR

This journey has not been a fanciful adventure, 
we're all settlers in  these dynasty of neo-colonialism 
united only by what...

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MY VALENTINE RITUALS

A day set aside
Only for love to tangle
A day where gifts are exchanged 
All in the name of love

A day where love is...

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Where blood is not enough

Blood flows, flows, flows
Competing with Nile waters
Blood Threatens to overwhelm 
Tigris and Euphrates
To make Red Sea, redder
But the head goes crazy,...

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And signifying nothing, upon life’s stage 
    meaningless, endless, a cruel war he waged 
  Fretting and strutting, as the curtains...

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Take no shock as we quiver in such trembling
As blood hunting critters, applaud our woeful quivering
By fiendish fireworks and guns souls bleed
All for a dotty...

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Reality 
Its not the picture postcard pure white snow that settles picture postcard neat
Its the deep grey slush of a thousand vehicles that churn it...

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Blasted through the arteries of great wide open spaces
like fuel-injected bullets from some laser-sighted gun,
over-priced and deathtrap built, nothing cars to nowhere places,
trailing prisms of...

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It is coming
Slowly, gradually
But as sure as
The next
Dawn rises
On the
Eastern horizon
Something bad
Comes this way.
Beware of the
Calm, before
The
Storm.


The pitiful screams
From the abattoirs
Of those
Born in the
Genetic labs
Have...

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He sings a lullaby under the stars;
dreamland awaits them in grim abattoirs.
Git along, little dogies;
cowboy’s warding off bogies,
crossing the plains to those last cattle cars.

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for...

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when Animal Farm is not a feeding manual

and Clockwork Orange strikes at midnight

Dali’s time piece warps under face value

and an eagle-eyed-cuckoo flies over its nest


beneath...

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Town-horses

In my youth, horse transport -a one-man job 
was still available for shorter journeys, a vanishing business; when the last horse-drawn carriage firm gave up,...

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