Anti-Human by Craig Podmore
Anti-Human
By Craig Podmore © 09.03.10
My mouth exhumed
From the red lights of bordellos.
Forget, forgive, buy and execute.
This self-loathing in shopping malls,
The noose hangs on gallows of purchase.
Gun to the head with overdraft rape:
Prostitution is our society.
Curb crawling consumerists
With murderous hunger
Kill the meat that’s on sale.
My eyes opened
From the bloodied soil of Golgotha.
Crushed flowers in overwhelming dirt –
Oh this inert chaos of lonely souls.
Forgive, always forget, regret and cry alone.
Even death is a merchant in this crib
Of criminal lies. I am anti-human.
I want to be one with the wilderness.
Dispose of all gods and superficial vermin,
Ideals that are dead will be left behind.
My flesh coughed up
From Lazarus’s tomb.
Reborn, cut the cord from the mayhem of people.
This archaic faeces is an opulent inertia.
No more is this morgue-cold way of life
A potential form of living.
We shall never find what we seek in this place,
It is that unobtainable paradigm
In a higher sphere of uncertain hopes
And less selfish disgrace.
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