oh my god... wow...
Watching Dark Circle
Men are willing to observe
the writhing, the bubbling flesh and
swift but protracted charring of bone
while the subject pigs, placed in cages designed for this,
dont pass out but continue to scream as they are turned to cinder,
the Pentagon wants to know
something a child could tell it:
it hurts to burn, and even a match
can make you scream, pigs or people,
even the smallest common flame can kill you.
this plutonic calefaction is redundant.
men are willing
to call the roasting of live pigs
a simulation of certain conditions. It is
not a simulation. The pigs (with their high-rated intelligence,
their uncanny precognition of disaster) are real,
their agony real agony, the smell
is not an archetypal breakfast nor ancient feasting
but a foul miasma irremovable from the nostrils,
and the simulation of hell these men
have carefully set up
is hell itself,
and they in it, dead in their lives,
and what can redeem them? What can redeem them?
wow. i analyzed this poem last for those poetry logs mrs farmer wants and gawd. i actually had something to say in the personal response section. i had alot of things to say.
Men are willing to observe
the writhing, the bubbling flesh and
swift but protracted charring of bone
while the subject pigs, placed in cages designed for this,
dont pass out but continue to scream as they are turned to cinder,
the Pentagon wants to know
something a child could tell it:
it hurts to burn, and even a match
can make you scream, pigs or people,
even the smallest common flame can kill you.
this plutonic calefaction is redundant.
men are willing
to call the roasting of live pigs
a simulation of certain conditions. It is
not a simulation. The pigs (with their high-rated intelligence,
their uncanny precognition of disaster) are real,
their agony real agony, the smell
is not an archetypal breakfast nor ancient feasting
but a foul miasma irremovable from the nostrils,
and the simulation of hell these men
have carefully set up
is hell itself,
and they in it, dead in their lives,
and what can redeem them? What can redeem them?
wow. i analyzed this poem last for those poetry logs mrs farmer wants and gawd. i actually had something to say in the personal response section. i had alot of things to say.