Eat Your WMDs
Born 1946
Why do politicians
and other public powers
say weapons of mass destruction
or smart bombs or collateral damage
or other bloodless terms
when they mean
weeping flesh, scared flesh,
scarred flesh, roasted flesh,
chopped flesh, seared flesh,
minced flesh, flesh sliced and diced
a million ways, ground flesh
cancer cancer cancer in the kitchen
the human hamburger, well salted and
topped with a bloodred juicy tomato,
pickles on the side?
Goodthinkful Big Chef!
Duckspeak doubleplusgood.
DayPoems Poem No. 1708
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1708.html">Eat Your WMDs by Timothy Bovee</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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