I'm not angry, just hurt

I'm not angry, just hurt
anger is for the powerful

the powerful get angry
the righteous get hurt

I don't get angry
because I don't want to hurt anyone
except
maybe those powerful ones

but thats not anger you know
thats frustration
-- those damn bastards
rip off their heads
and frustrate in the hole

but that wouldn't be christian

besides
I'm not angry, just hurt

Would Jesus Kill Jesus?

Would Jesus Kill Jesus?
   I wonder

if Jesus goes to war in uniform of bone, muscle, skin
   with no regard for border or flag

On fields of blood marching
   would Jesus be so distracted, befuddled
   by cloth, color, or emblem
      to miss
   behind eyes
   inside the heart of one called "enemy"
   anything less than child, sibling, self?

Would Jesus, lamb of God crucified
   guilelessly praying "not my will but thine"
   carefully aim
         (at the bidding of lesser princes)
   and fire clipfulls of flesh tearing metal
   into torso, head
      feet and hands?

Now wounded, would Jesus
   look into his own eyes and and pray
      (as nail-scared hands above mount bayonet and pierce his side)
   "Father, forgive me, for I do not know what I do"?

Would Jesus kill Jesus?

Shock and Awe

Shock and Awe

given all that sin could muster
every hate, every cruel act
all sorrow and perversion
each kindness missed

billions on billions of blows of abuse
torturing of innocents
tormenting of the helpless
injustice across all history past and future

given this elixir of death
poured out at every table
willingly spoon-fed to the young

given righteous anger
withheld for generations
heartbreaking rejection of one's own children
   again and again

God sets flaming eyes square on earth
draws up all power within
and with one final breath before the unleashing
surrenders and dies

9/11/02

not like me
those others
dying by the tens of thousands
every day
but of natural causes

like no food, no justice, no peace

our day came
on a clear morning
our thin shell cracked
our gods of green and gun
caught in all their deaf and dumb glory

those others say prayers for us
knowing loss
we tend our wounds and wounded
honoring the lost
rebuilding our altars

we repent of our negligence
give a sacrifice of blood
visit hell on our enemy
offer up our young

eyes burning in tears and anger
we ponder how it could have been
me ground into dust
my loved one a billowing cloud
chasing me, choking me into darkness

but for others
tens of thousands daily dying
our hearts are stone
like our gods we remain
deaf and dumb