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 Khmer Rouge. I taught in Phnom-Penh from '73-74, and never met a people I liked more.)



They haunt me still, 
the...

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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 divides us. Victims, yes 
victims of civilized inducement, 
terms of reference only apply to the proletarians. 
Am not merely being...

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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 confessed willingly
A day that increases birth rate 
A day where lies reign supreme
A day where truth are rarely spoken

How many...

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And signifying nothing, upon life’s stage 
    meaningless, endless, a cruel war he waged 
  Fretting and strutting, as the curtains narrowed 
Out, out, foul vegan, who doth hate man’s marrow 

Comes back for encore, to be mocked, and broken 
...

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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, crazy
Where blood is not enough

The people cry, cry, cry
Yet the ears are deaf
Eyes stubbornly blind
Tears mere drops of dew
Power, power,...

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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 tenet; an eerie greed
To gratify such unwholesome belief
Hence, stir souls dispatch; re-occurring grief.

When honey becomes unsavory and peace sees her...

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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 on the street
Its not the picture postcard pure white lambs that frolic while they are able
Its the abattoirs that slaughter...

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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 bleeding sump oil underneath the cooling sun.

From the money-grubbing fingers of a travel agent slaughter trip,
thrown a pitch in shadows...

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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 reached a
Crescendo
The chimeras
Rebel.
Beware of the
Calm, before
The
Storm.



The multitudinous
Spewed from the
Wombs for
Reasons, unknown
Gasp and splutter
Starve, cry and
Bewail their
Forced, wretched
Existence.
Beware of the
Calm, before
The
Storm.



The...

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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 the cover of cotton candy clouds

she relieves herself into Magritte’s urinal

fills pipes that are not for smoking dreams 

goes underground...

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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 the High Noon Poetry Contest
sponsored by Joseph May
written on 04/30/2022
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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, there was a picture in the newspaper of a man and a horse. 
I often wondered what happened to the...

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