dedicated
I love to see men
lying in the gullies
face down in the mud
brown, black, blue,and red
de limbed, decapitated, de capacitated,
delaying the inevitable
by holding their insides

I love the thought of innocent children
being spared this retched world
with one swift
   ne palm
they hardly have time to feel the burning
doesn't cost much to recreate the bodies
instant cremation
flesh to ash
fertilize the dying fields

I love to watch the war on television
I feel we all must suffer to be artists

cosmic debris