Artist, Musician, Poet & Songwriter
three, I want to present this first page dedicated to those whose lives
end violently and are killed within the process of war.
War is the process of inflicting death on others on a large scale and is
ghastly, grotesque and violent. The following drawings and paintings
reflect this reality, and are shown as part of a funeral service for all
those lives are swallowed up in this cruel human activity.
symbol of resolution of an artist's creative idea and
accomplishment, but since the focus and purpose of these
artworks is to draw attention to horror and death, it seems
more fitting to have a more somber and dignified setting,
more like a meeting after a funeral, and black drapes would
be on the walls, a coffin replica and pictures of the dead
placed in front, and a recorded tape that had dirge-like music
and a speech honoring the dead and asking forgiveness for
our blood-thirsty actions.
Down they came
Black and gray
Hard and cold,
Hurtling through the sky,
Down, down
Falling to the ground,
Where unsuspecting,
Mothers and fathers,
Babies and grandmothers,
Are about to end,
Thinking how sweet the tea,
How fresh the bread,
What a good day
Allah has brought to us.
Praise to god the merciful,
His justice is pervasive.
And in the midst of the feast,
Of celebration, of prayer,
The gift packages began
To open.
From America and the hands
Of our workers, striving for perfection
And a job well done,
Depleted Uranium to poison
Your lives and twist your genes
To make babies with bent and twisted limbs
And diseases, and cancer.
Our gift to you,
Screaming downward into your
Wedding party, your joyful feast,
Your devoted prayers to your
Protecting god,
But it is always, as Allah wills,
And now he wills you flowing death,
Steel fragments ripping your arms and legs,
Body flesh flying like bloody birds
As lives turn into bleeding flesh.
Turkey shoot in Baghdad.
They run, but they have no legs,
They raise their arm and cover
Their faces,
But they have no arms,
And the faces have dissolved
Into a bloody, gristle,
Smiles lay on the ground,
Oozing their happiness
Into the receptive softness
Of the sand,
As their lives disappear
The pilots return to their
Air-conditioned caves and
Play video games and watch
The baseball game.
Turkey shoot in Baghdad.
copyright: L. Epston 7,9,06
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