The cowards karma

Your eyes gazed at them writhing/ a strange singularity of purpose/ in the intent of a message spewed/ across the nerves of time/
received by a voyeuristic silence/ of cowardice in the age of man/ A tool of oppression as the hungry beg/ from the eyes of those sated/ chastising them for not earning their keep/ or your urgent priorities of self gratification/ but the thirst is now/ the being needs bread/ not a message from the pulpit/ They hear you in the silence of the preachers/ the silence of the dead/ and the silence of the peacenik/ for it is the shame you will carry/ to the place beneath your epitaph/ Here lies the coward that hid under a cloak of good intentions/ and masked his traitorous silent omissions/ as an eternal love for his people/

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I have always wondered of silence as a tool of oppression; silence to what is being asked of in the moment, the deflection of supplications, the gaslighting of those that suffer to make them appear crazy. Sometimes the mean spiritedness of pathology can mask itself as a good intention, the character of a pacifist and yet the omissions along denying food to the hungry, mercy to the victims of any outrage, a ear to those grieving and a heart for those that suffer is perhaps the most grievous assault on a vulnerable humanity. Nothing hurts as much as those that kill empathy through misplaced silence. It is the sin of omission.

Epitaph

Here lies he,

Whose dreams have been extinguished by the lack of air six feet under,

Who will be dead much longer than he was alive,

Who isn’t resting in peace, for there is no such thing in eternal oblivion.

As the seasons weather his tomb with rain, sun, snow, tears, autumn leaves and moss,

He has no use for metaphor, euphemism and poetry now, than when he was alive.

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#On the 2nd of November ‘All souls day’: I used the occasion to explore the Mexican tradition of writing ‘Calaveritas Literarias’, even got traditional bread or pan de muerto from a Mexican bakery (it was after all dia de los muertos) and tried my hand at epitaphs, as in the Christian tradition.