Genocide

[evangelion_100]

Bring the fire to me,
show me the deaths for diamonds
and rape
and misplaced egoism
weren't for nothing.

Show me that there is still beauty in the human form
in the mind
of human beings.
(I know that there is beauty
in certain bodies,
but I ask you
to show me,
irrefutably,
defiantly,
unbelievably,
that there is something
pleasing
and pretty
inside our skulls,
our dense and unfeeling skulls.

There's all this focus
on bigotry
and hatred,
a burning desire
to exclude acceptance
to crucify progress.

They sell it in the windowpanes
with fashion models
in advertisements
sucking on the decaying hope
and their plastic breasts
calling out
to the naturists
and the sadomasochists,
they massacre hope
in the open fields
of harvested, golden wheat
in the dying throws of summer.

But
then I see
a single human being
sacrifice itself
for another,

I

see,

daffodils
and dandelions,
incontrovertible spring winds
breathing all over our impossibility.

I drown
in
my own
disbelief.