(A Poetic Justice Photomontage) 
The Death Mask of War (Ad Busters - the magazine)
War is also the pornography of violence. It has a dark beauty, filled with the monstrous and the grotesque. War allows us to engage in lusts and passions we keep hidden in the deepest, most private interiors of our fantasy life. It allows us to destroy not only things but human beings. In that moment of wholesale destruction, we wield the power to the divine, the power to revoke another person’s charter to live on this earth. The frenzy of this destruction – and when unit discipline breaks down, or there was no unit discipline to begin with, frenzy is the right word – sees armed bands crazed by the poisonous elixir our power to bring about the obliteration of others delivers. All things, including human beings, become objects – objects to either gratify or destroy or both. Almost no one is immune. The contagion of the crowd sees to that...
The Death Mask of War (Ad Busters - the magazine)
War is also the pornography of violence. It has a dark beauty, filled with the monstrous and the grotesque. War allows us to engage in lusts and passions we keep hidden in the deepest, most private interiors of our fantasy life. It allows us to destroy not only things but human beings. In that moment of wholesale destruction, we wield the power to the divine, the power to revoke another person’s charter to live on this earth. The frenzy of this destruction – and when unit discipline breaks down, or there was no unit discipline to begin with, frenzy is the right word – sees armed bands crazed by the poisonous elixir our power to bring about the obliteration of others delivers. All things, including human beings, become objects – objects to either gratify or destroy or both. Almost no one is immune. The contagion of the crowd sees to that...
a poem by thepoetryman
Man is standing at the gate that opens to war
Man is standing at the gate that opens to war
Man is standing at the gate that opens to war
Man is standing at the gate that opens to war
War waits- naked and hemorrhaging
The pornography of aggression
The thrashing weaver of failure
The forswearer of civilization
This filthy image we cannot fathom
Our appetite for unfastening death
Like a fish snared and bloody
Or a cockroach scurrying down the dark
Warmongers tilt their eyes to the sun
And see fire unquenched
The bombed tilt their eyes to the sun
And see vengeance
Man is standing at the gate that opens to war…
© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman
