Love of War

twitching and hairy
they wriggle and writhe
oozing sounds and spouting sweat
to clutter the air around.

spastically they spin
hugging and punching each other.
sounds from one provoke
handheld femur bruising.

they make a word, ‘faith’ is
how it sounds, and
burn houses of heathens, children
toddling out, clothes on fire screaming.

they make more sounds, ‘progress and technology’
as small bubbles of air percolate through
the oil from the suffocating birds, as
club impacts skull and blood collides with
white fur and snow.

now we have video screens, joysticks,
lasers and satellites, but nothing
has changed, we still rape and burn
nature, each other. We love war.