A Hundred Since the First
Posted By Leo Yankevich On In North American New Right
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For five days the blowflies have cleansed their bones.
Now they lie waiting for the August rain,
for holy water, afterlives beyond Ukraine,
sure heaven neither judges nor atones?
Atop camo uniforms, their sun-bleached skulls
resemble cauliflowers amid rapeseed,
fodder for architects and lords of greed
who build Earth’s fences and tear down Earth’s walls.
No second coming for these meek and poor,
no Christ to lean on, anti-christ to blame—
they mistake fuse for wick and pray to flame
we’re not on the eve of the third world war.
4 August 2014