Made Manifesto

Apparently, God sits outside, next
to the patio table; broad-stroking flies
with his demonic paddle, verbal
admonitions and goodwill aside: whack!

‘good night’ whack! ‘next’ as more flies
arrive, curious about
those who’ve been sacrificed, believing
themselves safe or deserving as the procession

arrives, soon to be annihilated
Whack! whack! whack! Howdy, Pilgrims –
as meanwhile through the senescent crush

bodies squashed
and maimed, thanks to Hollywood and Main

hope pervades

©Dean Baker

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Steel Butterflies

Murder’s our hobby, the daily treat allowing
delight of outrage, the pity at futility; the
self-righteous plea for puppies and sweets,
each vindication a repeated need for belief:
the strangling circles of defeat reason’s
barren reward, our illusion of safe places where
wars take shape then form in foreign lands, while

We, better and more deserving, untouched
in sterile domesticity until the broken
demonstrate their shattered realities; engaging these
officious and jaded, the now guilty bystander
declaiming ironies: steel butterflies freely fly
outward bound, draping rainbows
of self-regard deceiving each in desecrated ground

Where no sound exists but silences submit to myths,
legends deceive differences and delineations
of unerring sight from those who wish escape
into prison: to worship
the dictator’s heel beyond cartoon perspectives,
come around to witness themselves beginning again
no further flights into fantasy despoil the view

(©)Dean Baker

“An inspired set of poems. Dean gets to the essence of a subject.”

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