pray for violence

Pray for Violence

The God of Abraham

enjoys His Master tricks.

Calls Chosen men to violent

revenge against all fancied slights.

“They’re wicked – Smite!
Pillage their villages.

Rape their disgusting whores.

Make their acres yours in My sight,

in My glory. Give blood lust, My rightful

gory sacrifice. Pride is My reward

when your sons fight in My Name.

Pride can pay the price, replace shame.

I am no pansy, no prancing debutante

at Papa’s ball. I am no Mama’s man,

no Fate’s enthralled. I am the First, the

Prime, the All.”

Soldiers, persons of honor, heroes of

common cause, deserve our worship on the throne

of myth. No longer men or women alone, adrift,

seeking meaning, solace for their losses,

receivers for their gifts. Sins and virtues

washed in wars’ conflicting visions, no longer fit

collective debt. Don’t crimes against our mirrors

deserve refection? Does the command of worship

demand recursive lies, impossibility of true

repentance, vicious alibis, endless falling into

death?

March 24, 2013