APRIL AGONY Oh longing, grass flown by, buzzed rotors clanking, modern wreck Oh, sunshine, fading chromosomes wailing through a night's blight Orange muff, winter stark teleportation, is union station closed shut? Moved by this anachronic denial spiral of long leaved mustache slashed Billed as men of religion, of pride bursting away in reflections slighted They dance on our graves and spank their destinies with feathers flocked They bounce their checks and babies on our knees bleeding against rocks Infinite regress mindless hedonic whip slit skulls rolling down fez pools Progress toward the jungle of creviced kink self-chest-plucked beatings Progress with bulging guile, without regret, planning the next falling mass Killing is easy when echoes die young. When tongues are torn, tied shut When repeated genocide in Germany and other boroughs flamed skins dry The world coined a term for this (re-)currency of societal monstrosity stamped Red drenched flag with white sliver of hopeless moon covering its own star And every 100 years or so, we claim our due and raise clean specter of truth Burning like incense in unshakable faith chained in traditions to produce Our grace packaged in toil, soil free loyalty to a beautiful locale only we own Our apricot groves, villages gone, flailing instruments of innocence reborn Rocky terrain salvation comes Araradian field blown zephyrs from our future Cleansing their evil, thick as a river, evaporated in lies, threats, endless scars. Bedros Afeyan 4-3-2015 Pleasanton, CA -- Dr. Bedros Afeyan is a theoretical physicist who works and lives in the Bay area with his wife, Marine. He writes in Armenian and in English and also paints and sculpts.
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