~Desired Height~

By WordWulf, 20th Jan 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1tanlb3a/
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry

We are the third soldier
mowing machine, Mister Gatling
your genius in our hearts
the metal of your love hurts

~Desired Height~

We gon’ mix up
a fresh batch o’ devils
name ‘em politic ‘n war...
no thing more
sprinkle ‘em on the morning
make death in the afternoon

Like twinkle twinkle
is gonna get you
a discount on jet streams
when the stars in your eyes
are someone’s daddy’s bombs
and no surprise
the awful price
of yesterday’s lies

We are the third soldier
mowing machine, Mister Gatling
your genius in our hearts
the metal of your love hurts
and some thing worse
the kindling of your fire

Waken slowly, Child
Peace is the prize of moment
mouthed epithets instead..
‘I care for you’
Energy is all we are
war, a misspent potential

There is nothing natural
about selection
choices and near misses
There are no lesser animals
only those who think
and in so doing
wish themselves more

Meet the author

WordWulf
Tom Sterner lives in Redding, California and Arvada, Colorado with wife Kathy. He has been published in numerous magazines and on the internet, including Howling Dog Press/Omega, Skyline Literary Review, The Storyteller, and Flashquake. His interne...(more)