Sunday, December 23, 2012

You Are Propaganda


Red, Red
patriotism
woo and wile
the hearts into torpid loyalty.
The screen floats by in
black and white
perfection,
lithe specimens
march with Stalin marquis
of glossy okayness and hungry pearl sneer
to slop glitter on the war.

Red, Red
Teleological ripping from kin
to save
the children
from their mothers’ ignorance
so shave
their heads and mold them
into skinny saluters.

Sedatives rhythming in little hearts,
animal transformation to one
unthinking mind
fluid and dreamy
and full of resolve.
Hunger means nothing
to a tranquilized stomach.

Adrenaline then measured over weeks
into morphine
into the newborn almost robots,
scared and prepared.

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