Haiku’s for Hiroshima (II) DEAD END PASSAGES, by Elaine Christie

Mother in mid-run
with child, misshapen soya beans
can’t be separated.

Hair evaporated, skull-
cap pared to carnassial
cordite twisted body.

Frost bitten in maternal
threads, last breath spent trying
to reach their babies.

The eerie thuds at night
of a cathedral falling
animals in pain.

Flies in an ashwood
Stench-land, God has left the build-
ing, nothing moved.

Fabulous Fields by Elaine Christie

Such a sight I saw today
Where once these fields danced.

Two horses their hooves tied with twine
Dumped, discarded, dead.
Have we forgotten their legacy of loyalty throughout history?
The poor pit ponies blinded, lived and died in darkness.
Coal cart horses, whipped and broken by their burden.
Mules marred by unbearable weights – collapsed from exhaustion.
They have ploughed fields, pulled barges, wagons, drays,
Trams, fire engines, ambulances and Brewers carts.
Spirited sentients sold to the knackers yard to make soap.
Casualties were lost in circuses, movies and film.
Others gored to death in insane bull fights.
Bartered, drugged and lashed for a bet,
shot, disposed of with spent slips.

War – a fools folly
The caltrop, truly the Devils weed,
Pierced and punctured
Left you languishing in the bloody muck.
Used as shields for bullets and bombs.
And the ultimate betrayal
In brutal barbarity –
They strung you up
Human stomachs are your grave now.

In confessionals – men whisper
the number of wild mustang to be cleansed,
such a clean word –
but there’s no godliness – in cull.

You’re obsolete now –

Such a sight I saw today,
Where once these fields danced.

Caught in the Crossfire by Elaine Christie

I am in every war wheel and battle nest
In the mutilated misery, of shrapnel stung horses
Or the vapours of broken elephants on land mines,
In the bloody bales of dolphins and sea lions, bursting from ocean charges.
I am the expendable, weft into shrouds.

 

I’m in the soaking smog, of a blistering plague,
In an orphans shrill tears, as he pulls his mother’s arm
Raven eyed she gawps into an abyss.
I’m in the thread bare corpses, damson draperies
Of death carved atrocities.

 

In the plumes of man’s best friend, loyalty traded for barking bombs.
In a mother’s buckling, at a grey masked glyph
That was once her son.
In the hushed pendulum for the nameless lost
I am the expendable, weft into shrouds,
I am indifference.

Delusions of Deity by Elaine Christie

Everyone hates the Government
Including the Government. They snarl and snipe
at each other like mad-dogs slavering.

They have no nobility of ancient tribesmen,
or morals of the common man.
Behind their bawdy belfries of opulence – they are
just cloned carbon clowns, coked up
on delusions of deity.

They have crushed our green and pleasant land.
Spitting braille on unity, as they ridicule our rights
Mocking our freedom of speech.
You have broken wishbones with your hypothermic heart.
Crumpled dreams with your blueprint trivia.
Falsely fuelling fury on ugliness or deformity
After all an overcrowded country
must have casualties.

Justice fails at every corner
These are lawless times and the victims pay.
Women have been dealt a thorny crown.
Children crucified –
and you hold the nails.
Men break under the cross of war
You who are unprepared to take up arms yourself.
But wield your Nazi gavel of grave oppression.

In the bloody molasses of greed, guns and gold
Leaving nature and animals martyred
Judas has massacred the rangers – Now
they want retribution, a due reckoning.

I condemn you and say – may your godhood go with you
Au revoir, adieu, arrivederci, adios,
sayonara, ciao, hasta la vista
Fuck off Cameron!