Blood and Kevlar pornography
War now screens in HD
each Tomahawk contrail arching across
a 72 inch LED TV bought during a mad rush
the day after Thanksgiving.
Hundreds of channels and a single thing on
should be rated MA for mature audiences –
the blood and Kevlar pornography;
numbers flow- ammo type, fighter speed,
how many equivalent tons of TNT are getting dropped-
how many militants died and how many villagers
were stupid enough to get in the way
of their own liberation.
When the carnage dies down,
and after a commercial break
to sell crappy beer and cut-rate car insurance
a camera always pans to a roundtable –
five white people, gleaming teeth
and sweatshop-made suits
growing red-faced and indignant
asking “why do they hate us!?”
Unspoken Politics 