Wednesday, September 07, 2011
to see human things from outside -
his guard against impending sensory attacks,
like men wearing only balaclavas
ripping burkas from dangling corpses
in a theatre of oppression.
From the right he hears dark-robed shaggy faces chant:
“Wear it! Wear it! Wear it!”
And the Nike-swooshed hoodies on the left shout:
“Show your tits! Show your tits!”
In the balcony he cuts himself, sucks the blood,
macros his forearm’s red bubble,
whispers, “God is Great; Capitalism’s workings Mysterious.”
He’s faceless as the men on stage
in snatching the soul of the stoning.
On the other hand, there is a journalistic quality to this piece. It's like the war photographer itself, it captures an image that leads to strong (if unpleasant) emotion.
Toast and Eric: nailed it.
Ivan: Haven't seen that one but, agreed, reality bites back.