commentaries, week of
March 31, 1997
in a funk i lean closer
stare into stark teevee image
of stern-faced commentator
not able to fathom his indignant wrath
the self-righteous condemnation
i mutter to no one in particular but myself,
"Hey what's the big deal?
So 39 gentle souls gently passed
following their leader Do.
Didn't they voluntarily choose
to meet early their maker?"
pausing for breath i begin to rant at the screen
something i'm sometimes prone to do when alone
"Ya know, in the winter of '91
there was nary a newsworthy notice from you guys
about the precision smart-bombed slaughter
of a hundred thousand or so Iraqi civilian souls--
who's counting?--
involuntarily 'terminated with extreme prejudice'
by the New World Order in the name of world peace.
Not to mention the Kurds we handily abandoned.
Jesus, their leader Saddam
to this very day remains
alive and very well!
What a farce!
Dumb hypocrites!"
out of breath, i pant
peering at vacuous morphed image of all back-lit
talking-head hosts
this week of alleged mother-ship trailing in
fuzzed wake of bright Hale-Bopp
he resolutely scowls with harsh cast of jaw and
thin-pursed lips
glaring at the soft visage of former Heaven's
Gate member
drills, "How can you believe
what your friends did
was not insane?"
with demure smile
the guest with quiet dignity
simply replies,
"We disagree."
April, 1997
Islip, NY
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