Uncle Sam eats death for breakfast, the wet-ops dream
of death he dreamt last night. Uncle Sam eats death
for breakfast and snuffs out life by night.

When Uncle Sam heads to work, people start to die.
When Uncle Sam gets to work, then comes the tug of war
waged by the heinous sons of Uncle Sam
against the peoples of the world.

Uncle Sam loves all the smells of war.

The sewage that pours from war-torn cities; incinerated
bodies blown to bits; the blood-soaked cries of humanity
mangled by his mercenaries and mean machines of war.

Cataclysmic devastation
to the world, yet ne’er a tear
falls out the eye of Uncle Sam
to wet a speck of dust.

Uncle Sam loves all the smells of war.

The humiliation of entire countries, the wanton
destruction of ancient cultures, the plunging of people
headlong by the millions into abject desperation
thrills him to the very marrow of his bone.
Father Thanatos he worships
as his one and only God.
In Death Great Dividends.

Uncle Sam loves all the smells of war.

little big pine
algol haunts the midnight hue,
fifty more the field of blue
november 2007

Little Big Pine: citizen, patriot, poet; may be reached at littlebigpine@gmail.com.