It is 2:26 a.m.
and this human is having a sherry
contemplating life and death
and the no man in my bed
in my fifty-sixth year
They have bombed the twin towers
the American pyramids
we love twins, two is better than one
two cars, the country house, you know
what I mean
we crave power
and they have bombed the Pentagon
that other dinosaur
they have done this with our own planes
they know how to really piss us off
Remember Julius Caesar burned the
library in Egypt
And so our anger, our save our face
kills poor people in a
country I may never see in person
we kill for freedom and democracy
and because we are bloodthirsty
hypocrites and because we are stupid
We are too busy watching tv, a video,
chatting in chat rooms,
we have become computers
to see it
You can call it freedom and democracy
and the American bounceability
but it is killing, and that makes me a killer
If I had a good man I would go to bed now
and tell him these things and he would
comfort me , we would find that place
where this does not exist
he would kiss me where it hurts
he would kiss the killer in me
I would kiss him back
this life would be on hold
I would feel human again
I would feel like a woman
A woman is as far from a killer as you can get
unless you are a star or the moon or a baby
or unless some man is driving you crazy.
Every day we send bombs and gunpeople
instead of our wishes and our words
we dig ourselves deeper into a hole
our fingers will be grasping the edge
our eyes will be haunted and filled with sorry
there will be no can I do this over
you will not be a man
I will not be a woman
it will be too late.
There is nothing new here
there is nothing new about this
we are no more civilized than they were.
So the poets made poems
like this one
so that we would know.
we do it still
so that you will know.