My eyes hurt
from looking,
for searching,
from reading
deep into
the intricate
interactions of the
animal,
animated,
digitized
and oblivious
vitriol
weaponized,
attempt to assimilate
or kill.
Words are weapons,
of this I am sure,
but something
requiring
a bit more skill,
a bit more knowledge
of the
subject,
the timing
and the enemy.
It used to be
you had to love
before
you could kill.
Times change
and words
are now weapons
of distance.
Effective,
but I prefer to close
and get my hands
dirty.
Face to face,
breath to breath,
see this in the eyes;
no fate,
no escape.
Turning out the lights.
I’m afraid
our minds don’t do as well
with asymmetrical,
long
distance
conflicts.
We like blood.
Snap.
Click.
Chat.
Post your message.
Sing.
Dance.
Lie.
Your big advantage
is just
why
you’re going to lose
if you can’t
drop the ego
and the bullshit.
It’s just not important.
It never was.
You’ve been convinced
to carry
the heraldry
of a tribe,
of a cult
of a fucking warlord
and you don’t know
you’re the one
on the front line.
Pen.
Paper.
Thought.
Begin again.
Pen.
Paper.
Thought.
Begin again.
Mightier than the sword.
HG – 2019
