The collapse of the local order
is a sidestep from the intrinsic issues
that interweave like webs or varicose veins.
Translate that for me?
The distant rolling thunder over the hills
captures the souls of the undead,
leaves them dangling from the trees, ripe to be plucked.
Strange fruit for the subordinates.
A lifetime of loving and unloving.
There are the moments between
the chasms of being
and those that are lost in the temerity of the sensuous
and the senselessness of the killings.
Somebody is getting their kicks, tonight.
Somebody is detached enough not to care.
Too much training, not enough heartache.
Do you remember,
You used to go to the gym just to train to cope with everyday stresses,
like the train, the bus, the crowds, the queues?
Do you remember,
Sunny days with headphones,
to block out the noise of the city?
When the beat drops, so do the bombs.
There was a city here once.
There was a school bus stop.
You can tell by the children’s satchels and the twisted metal posts.
Everything looks like a warzone,
because it is.
The low hum of 42,43,44 to 50,000 to a million shattered voices
all sound like a low level hum if you stick your fingers in your ears, right?
You understand the faces.
You understand the skin tone.
You understand the politics.
the calligraphy of some distant office
with no consequences,
a raised eyebrow,
a tut tut,
a sucking of teeth,
a blown-off leg?
You get the nuance,
You understand it.
Translate that for me
in simple terms
because I only understand
the colour red
as found in blood
as found in twisted iron
as found in blood-shot eyes of school detention
as found in the sun at 5.am illuminating the devastation
as found on marked crossed-out homework.
X marks the spot.
If you get it wrong, you can throw it in the bin and start again, right?
Re-submit, extend the deadline, right?
Change the marking scheme, the exam timetable,
the colour of the pen to make the adjustments, right?
I do not understand nuance.
the blue of the ocean,
the green of the plants that grow,
But I do not
a raised eyebrow
a finger wag.
I do not understand why?
Man’s inhumanity to man.
I beg you.
Translate that for me.
I am only a god.
I understand simple things,
and that is my failing.