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ACTS OF MAN

Sentinel;

I can show you
the stain of mans ambition
in the excrement of trenches
in the stench of entrails

in the trembling hands
of frightened pawns with guns
frigid in their urine fortune
of graves already dug

where wounds would cease to fester
and life clung to corpses
this irrepressible
pointless triumph

in the wreak of gangrene
in the bogs of sepsis
life sought refuge
amongst the bodies dead

why is the engine of you
comprised of toiling innocence
wrung for the oils in your
lamps, to grease your bayonets?

flesh for fresh munitions
the trade seems ever in your favour
the mauve bruise limbs offer
under sodden woollen sleeves

I can see the flutter cadence
animate life amongst pinguid ribs
the yearn from chasmal sleep
steeped in slurry pall

you hope to preserve
the tallow of you
irrational lines
demarcating

that which is worthy of living
that which is worthy of nothing

the chronology
is never sacred
the vagrant drag
is ever close

It will come
for your chalice empty
for the altar piece
asking of you for everything

Recipient;

Your proboscis seeks nectar
purulent leak of ages
the red of rust on shackles
in the bowels of sinless men

on the trail of tears
in the soiled blankets
you will find uncountable
marks of the guilty

you cannot possibly know
the dark that resides in man
I promise you, I can
appoint blame with accuracy

the wrongs of antiquity
it is apology you seek
The twine of binding atrocities?
The nod to our failings?

pantheon of excuses
patsy for the errant cough
we teach the young to splutter
to choke on our choices

you will open chests
amongst organs the fat
will cling and reminisce
every stolen meal

It will fondly court
and savour each flavour
and smile without guilt
at the mouth it took it from

Our Recipient is taken to the trenches of World war one, where life hung on in the frigid bodies of wounded men, prolonging their agony, and for what? The trade of life here is for ground won, or ground reclaimed. Ground stained with folly and regret and greed. The recipient pleads with the Sentinel that it is only seeking the worst of man, in the most heinous crimes of humanity -the enslavement and genocide of innocent peoples. It is easy to expose the deadly horrid actions, it is in our nature to be cruel. In this act, the recipient begins to comprehend the extent of the Sentinels case against us.

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