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every morning ...

Posted to Poetry and Politics




...the president wakes up with a fresh pile of dead bodies
on top of his crotch - he has to pretend they are not there to be able to get out of bed - and one pretense leads nowhere but to another - if any of us were fucking the dead we would have to pretend too - to be able to get out of bed in the morning to continue fucking the dead of the new day - is the conduct of our foreign policy based on turning living flesh into fresh corpses ? what end justifies this kind of means ? is this the conduct of an enlightened society ? is this what it means to be a free people ? if it does not then why is the photographing of the coffins returning here from overseas forbidden to one and all ?

every morning the president wakes up ...