8-6-9

8-6-9

by Eugene Johnson

Do you kow what day it is,
son?
Sun.
Do you know what day it is,
son?
Do you remember the sun,
son?

I am the son of my father
who would have been 76
and it has been 64 years
since they harnessed the power of the
sun
and used it to burn the people,
burn the earth,
like a deadly parady
of "The Republic"
by Plato.

Half of the power of god
is in the hands of man.
Pius XII kisses the fins
of the rockets of death.

Half of the p;ower of god
is in the hands of man
like a butcher knife
in the hand of
Peter Brzica.

At least Dr. Frankenstein
created life
the other half
of the power of god.
Dr. Frankenstein created a monster,
man has created a monster.

Do you know what day it is,
son?
Do you remember the sun,
son?

All war is slaughter.

Do you remember
the death marches
of Bataan
and the many
Trails of Tears?

Do you remember the
Death ships
Luzon and the slavers?

Do you remember
Dresden and Tokyo?

Do you remember
the crusader
wallowing joyously
in the ankle deep blood
of the temple?

Do you remember the two nuns
and the priest
tied to posts
sheathing steel with their
anguished flesh
as soldiers practiced
bayonette thrusts?

Now, son,
they can kill thousands
in an instant.
Sun.
More impersonal
than Peter Brzica's knife, son.
More impersonal
than a crusaders sword
or a soldiers bayonette,
sun.

Half of the power of god
is in the hands of man, son,
death

Man can destroy the world
in less than a day, son.

Man can destroy the world
in less than a day,

less than a day.

And still,
in my insanity of Love,
son,

IN MY INSANITY OF LOVE

I still

Love

Humanity.