The Murder Hole

The murder hole 08/25/2010

The other hidden sun
The one deep inside memory
In the middle of time
Black and invisible.

A dark star of demonic ambition
Blacker than you can imagine
Hidden by the lengthening shadows
Of planets, darkness and space.

Remember the past
Before it comes again
Remember the horror
Of the bodies piled high
Buried in ditches
Too many to count.

A savage imagery
Of horror and beauty
The explosions silhouetted
Against a deep purple sky.

The geysers of water
As the bombs churn the ocean
And the tracer bullets streaking upwards
Against the bombers in the sky.

Ghastly reminders
That haunt the murky past
Closer than we think
In the vacuum of chance.

Double lightening strikes
Not where we think it will
Because no ocean can protect
What no morals can restrain.

The enemy is different
And not all come with guns
Using our decency against us
Little by little
And inch by inch.

In small degrees we lose ourselves
Giving up our rights, beliefs, and faith
While those who hate multiply
Until it is too late.

Ancient jealousy and ancient evil
Crowd the shores of a dark past
Children of the moon God
And the prophet of doom
Coming to kill, slaughter and laugh.

We look the other way
And pretend the past never happened
Whistling past the graveyard
Half asleep and safe.

The killers don’t need a tank
And the greatest can fall without a fight
When we lose our faith, laws and culture
And never say a word.