drone
on
he nodded miserably
he droned
on and on and on and on and on . . . about how
we and make
no fucking mistake Our Country
owns the horror drones have inflicted
if a terrorist were to nuzzle a revolvers
muzzle
at the small of our back
fire
the weapon
shatter
our spine
render
us paraplegic
affirming
their act was revenge for callous US drone attacks against Middle East targets
resulting in the unjust slaughter of innocents
euphemistically US says Collateral Damage
we couldnt possibly resent
their attack
we
responsible for the action our Government
takes on our behalf are guilt
we may pity ourselves a random plum plucked from a pie
but no we didnt stop it
could you accept that
could you dismiss your
legs your mobility your sex life
knowing if money isnt in the
offering
who fucks a paraplegic
he didnt paint pretty pictures
he
wasnt here to paint
but
to relate honesttogawd images and evoke a black and white reality
he loved fucking
he loved moving about naturally
like on the day he was born
but
if a hyperspinning bullet took his
legs
forgave
his life
he
couldnt wouldnt find fault in their rationale
despite maniacally adamant
drones were vile were horribly wrong were utterly
UnAmerican
wondering
what remained American
hed
deserve shitting in his diapers
that may be a
terrible admission
but to say otherwise is a
more terrible lie
2045, Twosday,
7 1. 14
