Illustration ©Claire Palmer 2018, ‘International Times’
– for Peter J. King –
Before the execution date,
lands I have never seen come to visit
this self-contained universe.
The only place for waiting, for submitting,
the place where god decided
it was the moment to shoot itself.
This captivity has become an act of survival,
for an industrious nation of slaves.
Here, the immediate!
The fear behind the hate sounds louder and louder
in each city where cathedrals
are now for sale
on detergent coupons.
A man is lost at sea, I hear,
total strangers marching East
minutes before the water-ropes bring the closure.
Here and now, my enemy,
the blood inside all my cavities has become
the last supper
chiselled, strapped, nailed to my crimes,
had confessed: ECCE HOMO!
My nation, my never-never land!
If we have been at war for thousands of years,
catching bullets today,
in these meat-eating times,
it is the pain which, finally, will set us free,
The silent joy of those who know
how very few will make it through the
The poem was published today in International Times and can be accessed here.