I blame the idea of Jesus for war. Not the lie of religion, the notion of promise held back. The idea of death in
willful submission: the preceding torment, humiliation.

Not even as metaphor.

The unimaginative score of better than them, the need for an excuse to wipe out those who’d murder again.

The ensuing bullshit culture of fools entrained to believe what others deceived yet consider themselves better. So superior.

The brain broken to gray lines of profit and gore, mind denied by corporate whores.
Paine abandoned in the score.

Each sheer hallucination of triumph and lies dedicated to going blind: call it entertainment
or the false triumph of idiots designed to disallow facing themselves.

Even the lack of honor bestowed is a plague of progression to stay steeped in slaughter:
a process allowed blindly considering the nature of the bore.

©Dean Baker


‘Poetry that is classic and timeless.’

Vital, intense and uncompromising – singular in clarity, artistry, and authenticity.’

Work which illuminates as it informs – a reviving sense of discovery and perspective.’

**Dark Earth – ‘Rabelais and Hieronymus Bosch look out of dark chinks in these poems…’

‘The most unique set of poems I have ever read’

**Silence Louder Than A Train – ‘Highly recommended’ ‘ would be  hard pressed to do better…’

‘…savagely introspective…’

Dean’s books will someday be required reading…’

©Dean Baker

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