EVERY DROP SPILT, EVERY HEAD LOST IS AT THE COST OF HUMANITY

AND THE BEAST ROARS FOR MORE—WAR

A wadi running red

 mystifies them not there

to see the felled heads.

We prefer to read of enemies declared,
enemies all, not our kind not our breed.
They are not dear to a God with a different name.

There is no need for diplomacy or palaver,

only more of the bullets spit and tonnage shit

from bomb bay doors, upon the enemy and the innocent.  

There is no agree to disagree in peace, not anymore,
those days sit behind a closed door

the entire planets population has not the strength to open it,

that door held closed

by the few profiteers

making money off expanding wars everywhere.

Surrender, raise the white flag

hope for mercy, where there is none

for the wadi is not yet filled with red blood of mother’s sons.

And in the middle stands

an indifferent war weary citizenry

as long as they are not personally touched by the blades stinging,

while surrounding that wadi is the dust of a fearful million

running from their homes knowing

that if the blade doesn’t get them the bombing will kill 'em.

© M Durfee

11/17/14

LETTERS FROM HOME: LIFE IN THE LAWLESS LANDS

Another one killed yesterday in the 9th, there have been so many kids this year I have lost count



Another whiny ass cop who works (supposedly in the 9th precinct)


I live in the 9th precinct, I commonly refer to it as the lawless lands. This is the same area that has killed at least three children this year, beat Steve Utash nearly to death for trying to help a kid who was playing car tag and lost, and a 5 hour to never police response time is the norm unless the situation is big enough for the chief to get his face on TV. The little girl who's name never gets a mention in the story and who will be forgotten next week, was big enough.

I used to make excuses, but then the whiny ass cop let the truth out, the 9th precinct in Detroit is historically the Detroit Police Department shit can. It is where they send all them they want to quit or never get promoted and in return we who live here get police indifference. Do whatever the fuck you want just don't expect a cop while you're being fucked up.

People around me wonder why I stay here, I can leave, but this is my home, this is where the majority of my life's diary has been written and the last 25 years of it here in #9.

Detroit for 30 -40 years has had a bit of an arson problem, you expect that sort of thing with 80,000 derelict and abandoned homes and business'. Every year they call for volunteers to keep an eye out, to watch for suspicious activity the days surrounding Halloween. This stems from 1974 when there were 300 odd fires in one night. It became such a tourist industry people would visit Detroit and insist on high floor rooms in downtown facing the city so they could watch the city light up. Personally I don't think burning abandoned vacant buildings is so bad, except they usually have an inhabited building right between them.

Volunteer? My ass, not when the cops won't do their job.



So the bankruptcy is winding down, the biggest losers are 23,000 retired city employees who had a total of $7.3 billion of the city's debt hung on them. Losing medical care in exchange for for a HSA and anywhere from 10-20% of pension money. The biggest winners are the Wall Street companies that have been given downtown land in Disney by the River and city income streams, in the form of parking lots and structures and tolls from the tunnel to Canada. They will have made up any losses which are at most 20% of what was hung on retirees.


I have no problem writing my rebuttals to this bullshit in the comments section. Of course neither daily would offer me a job.


Well you know what we say: "Fuck 'em, that's life in Detroit."


Have A Blessed Day

TWM

BABEL ON

EVE WAS A HOT CHICK

How far is too far

when

digging

deep

for

the

nothing

that has little value

for a man

with nothin’ left to lose?

We could be talking

about Erectile Dysfunction

You could be

I’m not.

That subject is all played out

for me.

Digging past the center

through to the other side

 may not be painful

(not at all once you hit the hollow middle)

but it can certainly

be one

hell of a ride.

“You’ve lost your mind”

I said to me

and as it was

my last known

ass—

et they took

before I was let out

of

mob mentality

bankruptcy.

I sit on my staked out

street corner

eating

gifted Adams rib,

some chick

with bright curls and dark eyes

handed me

while I stared at her tits

wondering if I could have a drink?

I tried to eat the steak

to the donator’s

last teeth marks

but she tasted so good

even though

I wasn’t hungry,

the meat felt like a lovers kiss

and

not their bacteria.

I tell you

when you have nothing left to lose,

living

becomes

easier

once

you

have

tasted

gratitude.

© M Durfee

10.3.2014

WHOSE SIDE IS GOD ON?

ALL WE KNOW IS WAR

Where the eagle flies past tall trees and cliff faces those below never know until the screeching shadow sounds a warning too fast go to ground or be fodder for the missiles talons. Death comes too easily to them of living families with so many species of new made dead flesh eaters flying amidst this ancient old world's creatures.

And when in the arms of angels, the many dead with gray faces, blood streaked by seraph tears as they rise to an unseen life bequeathing God to lay the young at the feet of that Holy Spirit, So that the holy being may too weep and cleanse them of their dying pains and lost dreams.

No living being is insulated from dying and we have wedged ourselves so far apart that neither curse, blessing nor any tears shed by man nor spirit will mend the rends we have allowed to come screeching out of the sky to divide us, kill, us will ever allow for peace again.

It is easier to blindly hate than see a way to amity and common regard, to understand who it is who is our true enemy, for as there are angels there a demons and as there are good and kind men on any side there are wicked with stolen might as well who will fight for a moment, in a swiftly passing histories spot light hell.

In every field from Flanders to unknown mass catacombs commanders for their own glory to save, have easily sent many a future hope to the grave. We are so wise and benevolent as we send our armament shrieking down upon a population with no place of salvation except in the arms of angels who weep over them as they rise to take the dead to lay at their father’s feet that he too may have the chance over his children to weep.

© M Durfee

8.20.2014