GAZA

The sin at our origin. The Lord of Filth.

Satan, which means enemy, Apollyon

Which means Exterminator

Beelzebug, which means Lord

of Flies or Beelzebul, which means

Lord of Filth

The rest are an evil anonymous

multitude.

Pre-conscious terrors.

Demons. Meanwhile,

Leaflets shower d own. Leave, abandon your home

Run

Though you may be killed on y our way.

Fortunes of War.

War is the suspension of all

Fortunes.

Hamas. Lords of Filth

In Arabic, it looks like this:

 حركة المقاومة الإسلامي

Which translates, Resistance

Or some such meaningless thing.

Right.

Lies.

Meanwhile,

We’re coming, we will scour hot rubble.

We’ll find you.

But find me an end to this.

Find the baby killers.

But find me an end to this.

An end.

The End.

But…

World’s over for a while.

Maybe forever. War Without End

Which is the Middle East, Beelzebul’s

Playground. Cradle of Civilization.

Land where it all began.

Where there is war with out end.

War always feels like the end. It never ends.

Savegery.

Maybe civilization, and the world’s

Proud self-sufficient hopes, died with the first war

The first hurled prehistorica rock. Somewhere

Maybe Times Square

But, for now…

Words. Talk. Useless

Somewhere some guy I know

Is probably sitting on the world’s toilet,

reading his iPhone, seeing the news and saying, blithely,

“This too shall pass.”

As if history were a bowel movement.

Because who can excrete

or defecate reality?

Who can ever pass that load?

The Filth in the bowl this time is called

Hamas.

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Wilfred Owen, January 19, 1917, writes his mother that “No Man’s Land is pockmarked like a body of foulest disease and its odour is the breath of cancer…No Man’s Land under snow is like the face of the moon, chaotic, cratere-ridden, uninhabitable, awful, the abode of madness.

Wilfred Owen, soldier and poet, was killed in action, trying to get his men across the Sambre Canal, November 4, 1918, a week before the Armistice.

Now, tell me what that was all about?

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This time…

No Man’s Land is orange Gaza dust, close by the Holy Land and The Wailing Wall, where the promises of deliverance began

where the young raved

Til dawn, and the devil on scooters, came, rudely ended the party and Sara and Ira were hunted

Like animals. By animals.

On barren orange dust “like the face of the moon.”

Hunted like animals.

All sin involves following one’s own desire

And then comes The Lord of Filth

To Gaza.

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“The bitch that bore him is in heat again.” -Brecht, of Hitler.

Gaza.

Gaza

Gaza

The Lord of Filth walks in Gaza.