I
I have stood knee deep in mud and bone and filled my lungs
with gas.
I have seen my brothers fall.
I have dug trenches for the refugees.
I have murdered dissidents where the ground never thaws and
starved the masses into faith.
A child's shadow burnt into the brickwork; a house of skulls
in the jungle.
The innocent: trod and bled and gassed and starved and
beaten and murdered and enslaved.
This is your coming century!
They will eat them, they will make pigs of you all and they
will bury their snouts into your ribs and they will eat your hearts!
II
I laid there and watched the God I had created die at the
end.
When we were cold as the stone we had hewn his body from-
When the lights were nearly all extinguished-
We heard in the silent distance the pigs singing to one
another.
Then, as the last lights were gone, and we lay together in
the deep, they drifted away
And all was silent...
Such a silence I have never
known.
And, as the dust settled on my open eyes,
And we lay together, embraced forever,
I heard, miles above us, the sound of the city turning over
in its sleep.
A church bell ringing out,
And in that moment the new century was born.
H.E
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