About five inches long,
an inch and a half in diameter.
It probably weighs over a pound.
I place the tip against my forhead,
over my heart,
at my hip, leg, shoulder, arm.
This little piece of metal
created with one purpose in mind;
To tear the lives out of our fellow human beings.
and know there are many piercing the flesh
of many
to fill the bank accounts of the wealthy
who pay the loyal to pull the trigger
so they don't have to.
THIS GOD!
This taker of life,
because god is a theif
but americans forget the Creator of god
and Love the killer.
We Love our killers
Love
Love
We Love our killers.
a sleeping, dormant, armor piercing, flesh destroying
American god!
More powerful than the bible!
More powerful than jesus!
Because America Loves to kill
and Loves death more than life
because what kind of Lover of life
would create such a god?
God?
God...
I carry God in my pocket.
I carry God on the dashboard of my truck.
I carry God in my bag.
I carry God in my left hand.
I carry God in my right hand.
God sits on my dresser.
God sits on the counter at work.
God points at a darkie.
Every time the trigger is pulled
it's the second coming.
God is great!
God is good!
I drive for a living.
And the blood pours in and out of my gas tank.
And the tears flow in and out of my gas tank.
Especially when I hear reports of women and children
in the streets with guns
protecting their homes
from the American led slaughter.
"Kill the women and children first.
They're easier to kill
and it strikes terror into the hearts of the men."
May God never find your flesh or your homes.
for the crimes the government that claims to represnt me
is committing against you.
I apologize to you,
the soldiers who are enacting this crime
for the criminals.
For the most part, I believe
you don't really know what it is you are doing.
I hold in my hand one
God
that will never complete its intended purpose.
"Let us bow our heads and prey."
maybe America will put a statue of two Iraqis
looking off into the distance for the
coming of the Americans.
I just pray you don't have to face
the 98% reduction in your population
that we Indians had to
in order to receive such an honor
as a statue like the one in Washington Park
of two Indians
looking into the distance for
"The Coming of the White Man."

["God" is the title of a poem from the book "Tremble In Fear Before the Soft Pudgy Indian" by Eugene Johnson (me).
Title of photos taken by Eugene Johnson (me), top to bottom.
1) "Watch Over Us"
2) "Death"
3) "Sex and Violence"
4) "The World in My Hand"
5) "Abundance"
6) "Not St. Christopher"
7) "...Please Fix My Car"
8) "God Be With You"
9) "Reflections of God"
10) "Tremble In Fear"
11) "The Shadow of God"
12) Not taken by me, but taken from the internet. A photo of "The Coming of the White Man" statue in Washington Park, Portland, Oregon.
[my co-worker, Justin, who appears in the photos, "God Be With You" and "Tremble In Fear" gave me verbal permission to post his photograph on my blog]