The Cavalry is not coming!

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We fly through an infinite space.
A spec of sand in the eye of the gods.
Knowing not our place and who made
us to face this internal place.

We cling to and create beliefs that
will fill up our empty infinite space.
We make laws and government to make
order out of chaos and loss.

Technology is a slave to soothe our pain.
To fight our wars and remove the human
from the humane as we remotely attack.
As we “engage” our targets as if they are robotic.

We ask to maintain the rule of law and justice
When we find the ones who have inflicted their vengeance
on governments and civilians. We murder for our cause
as most would rather have them shot in the head than give pause.

We make our enemies alien and think of them in terms
of target acquisition on huge flat panel monitors of GPS intelligence
that passes for substance. That passes for judge, juror, and trial
as fear is inflicted to deny them the justice we so cherish.

War is a drug that grows technology and pollution.
Politicians and media pundits speak of truth high on the fog of war.
Bobblehead actors being paid to enslave a generation again.
As the fundamentalists from all factions declare martial law.

We want our country back and it’s time the people attack.
We want your oil and we’ll take it from you and give you freedom.
The bobbleheads shock and awe the masses with their cattle prod.
“Get rid of the government,” they say with a wink and a nod.

New militias grow at alarming rates, training to defend their inalienable rights
to own assault rifles and to keep BIG government from raising taxes
to give us health care. I pledge this allegiance. United we stand.
United we fall on this ticking time bomb we call humanity.

On a spec of sand flying through our Universe.
In a not very special galaxy. On a not very special planet.
In a seemingly endless cycle of bloodshed to be King of a microcosm.
Bombs bursting in air, after the fog cleared there was no one there.

Comments

  • Frank Enstien

    So let me see if I got this right.
    “War is a drug that grows technology and pollution.”

    Slavery is better as far as you’re concerned? Please enighten me as to your position on the war v. slavery question. How ridiculous.

  • steve

    You need an editor. It’s ones, not one’s.

    Is Calvary intentional? I didn’t get a pun.

    Beer is good. On Friday nights, I need to be home in time to watch Bill Moyers at 9:00 pm. Call me tomorrow but on Fridays I often have to work til 6:30 or so. Keep on trucking. Steve

  • Your question is unclear to me. Please verify. Maybe you could explain to me how you came to that conclusion and I could help you understand what I meant by my words.

    If you are referring to this line:
    Technology is a slave to soothe our pain.

    What I meant is that technology is a slave that helps us fight our wars and dehumanize our enemies.

    I don’t believe I implied that slavery is better than war but I am interested in your perception.

  • Steve, this is a studio. Just imagine it splatered with paint and sketches instead of words. A toddler discovering how to walk. You will find a typo here or there.

    This is not legal paperwork and I am not an English major. But I write nonetheless. My editor is my wife who takes care of two kids and has a major illness and gets to editing when she can. Glad to see your comment.

    Definitely, watching Bill Moyers at 9:00 pm on Fridays is a noble goal.

  • Steve…

    “The Calvary is not coming”
    meant that no one is coming to save us from ourselves. That was its intention and it was extrapolated from a Carl Sagan quote, a very wise man.

  • first of all, i agree, war is a constant waste of human potential.

    the slavery question seems completely off mark, as it does not relate directly to the poem.

    one’s and ones is a common mistake, often done without even thinking…right now globatron cannot quite afford a full-time editor but if you are volunteering steve, well great! it is much appreciated.

    and CAVALRY i think is the word you were looking for. i knew what you meant by your first version, and because it means something else, spellchecker doesn’t spot it.

    anywhoo, great poem, you slave!

  • Thanks for the support Father Adzu. Words are admittedly hard for me to use but I have ideas I can’t express without using them. I wish I could think the words into being and have a machine edit and proof my words for me. Steve can definitely be my editor if he is volunteering.

    Funny thing about Calvary is that three people I know read it and didn’t catch it. I asked my wife how to spell it when this came up and she spelled it the same way but she knew what I meant.

    My mother has never been able to read my work without spotting five grammar mistakes first. I can’t imagine living in a world where I could not read anything without spotting the grammar mistakes. Must be a bit maddening. It would seem the content of a poem would be more important than a typo. I know it is to me.

    I think many writers have this issue with themselves as they are so crippled by the proper way to write that they never get any writing done. This might be the root of all writer’s block?

  • Andrew B.

    I think it is terribly short-sighted to nit-pick grammar in a poem. Consider the unique orthography of E. E. Cummings. What I see in this poem is a deep, complex, thoughtful, and most of all, caring mind at work examining some of the big questions of our existence in ways 99.99% of the population never do, i.e., the human condition.

    I don’t ascribe to any particular philosophy or religion, but I do feel very strongly that we were given a paradise and we have turned it into a hell-hole. This is not a recent phenomenon. Throughout history Man has been aggressive and wasteful. I think this poem asks the questions Why? and What can we do about this? and Is it too late?

    Frankly, I think the line, War is a drug that grows technology and pollution, is brilliant. Much of technology, throughout history, has either been based upon war-mongering or has been turned toward war-mongering. The rockets that send humans into space (ostensibly for peaceful purposes but let’s face it, there will be wars of territory and natural resources on the moon some day) began as the engines for the V-2 bombs during WWII.

    As a writer myself, I think the observation, “I think many writers have this issue with themselves as they are so crippled by the proper way to write that they never get any writing done. This might be the root of all writer’s block?” is also spot on. The internal self-critic is deadly and maddening. To encounter such criticism from those outside one’s self is disheartening.

    To Globatron, I say, Bravo! Keep thinking, keep writing, and do not let the small-mindedness of a few self-styled critics impede you.

  • Andrew,

    I must say thank you for reading my work and spending some time thinking about the content. I really appreciate it. Being an artist of any type can be a very lonely pursuit. I don’t ask for anything in return for my words and thoughts. I can’t sell them. I can’t make a dime off of poetry as it has never been a form of literature that can really be pursued for riches. That and the directness of which you can say the most with the least amount of words are one of the reasons I have decided to focus my energies on this medium.

    Even with not asking for anything in return for writing, I must say it is quite encouraging to read positive feedback for the energy and passion I feel for the words I write.

    I’m excited to think that a line or two can have the power to speak to you. I honestly feel like my mind is on autopilot when I write these poems and to me that is the same feeling I used to get when I first began to paint. Fifteen years later I lost that in painting. I learned too much about art history and contemporary art to enjoy it. It became an exercise in ego. I had defined myself as a painter and I was going to die with that title.

    This year has been life transforming for me with my two surgeries and treatments. I have had a lot of time to think about life and how short it is, I felt that it would be best to do the most with the least. Realizing that I could have maybe 100 people at a one man show of drawing/paintings versus a possible readership of 2 billion online and growing I decided to stick with words and ideas versus making art objects.

    I know I am a child learning to walk with my writing but to me that is what makes it exciting. I’m terrible at grammar and I often get tripped up by spell-check, not catching typos. But to me I feel I can leave the most behind with the least impact on the environment and be be able to reach more people at the same time.

    Thanks again for your encouragement. I truly appreciate it. Now I carry my studio in my head. I need no brush or paint to express myself. My studio is wherever I am. I fall asleep working. I wake up putting words together in structures to form and support abstract ideas and ideals that I feel if I did not express I would have lived an incomplete life.

    Welcome to Globatron.

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