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The Bloody Wedding of the Benjamites

I breathe your name
Like a god creating life...
I'm sorry
I'm not the man I am on paper

O! Give me an imaginary state
In the middle of a region that historically hates me:
A blighted people condemn me
For not being superstitious,
And turn not the other cheek,
But rather send ground troops
To refugee camps

Your memory is the wind
That climbs Everest
And cools the West,
Bringing life-giving water to the rest of the planet

We don't pick our favourite things;
They pick us:
We, the slaves to our own desires, our whims,
Our greedy, selfish, infantile wants...
I'm sorry
I'm not the man I am on paper

Widows and orphans crying,
Dying next to the men who volunteered for death,
No choice at all...
Is this divine right?  Manifest destiny?
Is this what freedom means?
Is this simply part of some impossibly complex Plan?
Delusions will kill us

Out of the ashes of a long-dead hope, it arises,
Some grotesque phoenix
Fanning radioactive isotopes
From its diseased feathers:
The innocent well wishes
I confuse for more than a passing interest

I breathe them in:
I, the Creator molding life
Out of clay and horse urine...
Carve a Word onto its forehead,
And whisper your name
Into an ear that I convince myself looks exactly like yours.

What is the crazy?

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  • polly filla
    January 23

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    there's a lot to find out about "the Benjamites" before more of this sinks in..."more than a passing interest", with a frivolous comment left, just so I don't forget (to come again)

  • i'm sorry.
    i'm not the man i am on paper.


    this caught me before anything else.
    all the way to the end...

    this is beautiful.


  • Alexis Manley
    January 8

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    ths s the crazy...

    I breathe them in:
    I, the Creator molding life
    Out of clay and horse urine...
    Carve a Word onto its forehead,
    And whisper your name
    Into an ear that I convince myself looks exactly like yours.

    So I think this is the craziest part of this poem. I le it, it shows how you really feel about certain things. Freedom is really a question when so many things have been made outlawed. Voters younger than 18 are never considered for voting priviledges, and the fact that certain religions were persecuted as being wrong..... all these things are questionable. It's good to raise an eyebrow to these matters