Making War

There are times when men must
make war and these days
women too, but
this is not the time, this

is not the great evil stalking the world which
men in their infancy of spirit believe
must be met with
a force of will and a
trial of arms what

War is Just and how
do we measure that, we
know in our cynical
hearts nurtered by
CNN and the
college education our grandfathers
never knew and the shrewd
knowingness of the Net that

war-fighting is the gift that
peasants give
in charity to their betters those
elite actors
behind the scenes, it

is all measured out and
has been thus for 7000
years……….and
it will be all lived out again
and again in each
Karmic round, each
Karmic round because
the universal spirit
always knows
when to hit the rewind button, after
Atlantis the
knowledge collapsed preserved
under the Great Pyramid of
Giza?

…possibly

I don’t think so, all
we see are
jigsaw puzzle clues which never quite knit
into wisdom, never
quite knit because this impulse
to mortido remains the driver
for Man the Hunter, the hunter
of Men and
so brother will kill
brother
and father son, I see
(1861-1865) as the time
of sepia, of
sepia-toned photographs
curled at the corners and fading like the shadows
of our grandfathers, much

as one sees the curled corners of slaves
caught in daguerro-
type by
patrician masters

and it is all so quaint, there is nothing
like old war photographs to make us
smile, because
the blood is dry and
no longer has that sharp, high iron smell, because
one does not disrobe at the river
to find bone shards
fecal matter, curly worms of
intestine

infesting the spaces between the buttons, that’s
what happens when a man
takes musket or double-aught in the belly, it’s
not like the movies at all this
hunting and killing of men, it’s

a butcher shop of anatomical disgrace, the
indignity of one’s private shit
inside another’s tailored coat

-30- Kingston, Ontario May 20, 2004 and night has fallen again

This political correctness: women in the military—why have most nations in most times forbidden that (at the front—in combat arms) because—one man returning to a village of a thousand women can make a new race—one woman returning to a village of a thousand men can make but one beautiful baby—or perhaps two or three – a year if twins etc – but that village will die—the men will become old and the young—the two dozen that she spawns—will move away in adolescence to hunt for war and meat and women never to be seen again—women are the endless future—men are the useful present.

... and one can not replace the other because though science works--it's no fun