Saturday, January 14, 2012
Accuser (after Botero)
-painting by Fernando Botero, from his series on Abu Ghraib
"But extend your hand and strike his bone and his flesh, and he will no doubt curse you to your face!” (Job 2:5 NET)
Let me bring you the news today,
after wandering this dirt ball for aeons.
Tie a man naked and expose him
to cold stones and iron routine,
dress him in women's clothes, piss
on his face and make him shit
in front of you. That'll turn anyone
against himself, his family, his God.
I have nothing more to accuse you
than this: you'll grieve alligator tears
for your neighbor, your parents,
your child. But when the boot grinds
your face and dogs gnaw your groin,
you all turn pussy and eat your own shit.
J'accuse le Dieu, l'homme, the hollow
clay shape that cracks into pieces,
into shards that I use to slice
life into bloody puzzles you won't
ever piece together. I win, I always do.
For in the fragile husk that's mortal,
my words will always turn you into
what you hate, to destroy or be destroyed.
(c) copyright 2012 Charles David Miller. All rights reserved.