“Excuse Me.”

I am so very sorry. I really am.  I wish there was some way I could conform myself or align with your new order of things – but like Emma Goldman said, “I will not dance in your revolution.”

I will not apologize or ask for forgiveness for what I am or what I think – or how I see things – how I see what you are doing or demanding of me. Sorry.  Been there – done that.

Metal Skies

The ghost of Nimrod

Beat upon my door

The hammer of the God

Of hearth

His name is Thor

Came too,

And they inquired

If I was registered

For said they,

“Men have gone

astray”

“they’ve fashioned

armaments

against the day of

purge and slaughter

that must come –

all, for the common good,”

was what was said,

and, “so sorry for

your family and friends.”

I gasped.

“They’re dead.”

“We must move on now,

establish the peace.”

And then in their

Concupiscence they

laughed –

“You understand

that freedom’s of

the past.”

I cringed.

“Receive a number and

a mark – for all

is well along the front.” –

And then a pause –

And looking at my

gaze

they quickly turned their

heads –

“for some of you” they

said in tones to

make a corpse

acquiesce –

“for some of you

there’s no disguise.”

And turning to the

Captain of the military

band – and with

a simple gesture of

the hand

they winced – but fast

to orders, they

condemned –

“this one to oven and

to flame – we dare not

entertain such

strangers in our midst.”

The Captain gave

the proper salute

and nod.

“We’ll send this one

to his God.”

“All Earthly Kingdoms require

the blood sacrifice of

their warriors. 

Those who refuse this office

are the Enemies of the State.”

-      Ossian