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The Moloch’s Eternal Questions [1969 version]

 

Are those sun-starred hens still plopping
their ferrous eggs over Asia?
Have the Tiger Cages been cleaned?
Will we see an instant replay
of brains blasted at arm’s length?
Shall we again gawk in color amazement
at the Buddhist monks posing as scarecrows
dressed in silken robes of flame?
And perhaps we’ll turn the page again
to see an untethered girl, shorn of hope, 
galloping naked in terror down a highway
sign-posted with grinning soldiers….

Are we really going to let the gooks
live and die on their own terms,
send our generals to day-care,
return faded old glory to the attic
and give the Rand folk scrabble sets?

Those thousands of dots made war
a phantasmagoria encased in glass--
now peace feels misty to my fingertips,
only the knobs on my set feel firm…. 
 

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