PLUNDERING THE EARTH

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Often Wonder

Why It Is Man Has No Shame

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When I was sick and in such pain,
You hurt me over and again.
You had to have your daily thrill,
Came into me against my will.

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It makes you want
To say what the fuck
And euthanize
Half the population,
Just to protect
The rest.

The Invasion

While my parents were sleeping
the invasion began… first

Enough.

and i’ve had just about enough

of men turning their faces in the street
leers and grins stamped onto their
carnivorous faces

of crowded buses where they jab themselves
at my body like rusting knives; hurt before
still hurts

Peace

And maybe peace is not
A bilateral talk in an air-conditioned room
With high security to defend the privileged
It is the perpetual sorrow and spirit of warring men
And women, their numbers dwindling like a waning crescent

save your scissors

Some die like the trees,
with splintered bones
and too many wool hats
to keep their dreams safe,

beneath a swollen sky
of broken glass stars
jingling like keys
in lint-lined pockets

No more

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Your eyes, they aim at my soul

Your hands, they come closer

Don’t touch me

Please, I beg

No!

…

I wake up

Drenched in sweat

The memory of your slimy hands

Makes my skin want to crawl away

To leave the bare death white bones of me

Still quivering under your malicious gaze

I hate you.

You cannot comprehend how much.

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DEATH BY AID

Tiny little fingers in the dust, huge eyes so sad begging for your crust. You are so hungry you need it for yourself but this is your child, who you can’t deny, true?

Hunger gnawing at your bones like cancer spreading fast. You worry if you’ll be strong enough to find water, as what you have just will not last.

No one is going to help you, your sons and daughters gone for soldiers.These two left will escape that fate as they will not grow much older. Your milk dried up, your belly empty. It hurts so much to walk but walk you must, you can’t stop. The baby at your breast has long since ceased  crying. This sweet young child clinging to your skirt is dying.

I Leave Behind Me

I am the man you pass by near the Baron Fork Bridge.

Every morning at 7.

The one you can never look directly at.

This coat I wear has faded along with my auburn hair.

The smell of your aftershave reminds me of better times.

Before death and rape took what little was left of my mind.

My family.

My name.

As my children look up to a better man than I could have ever been.