ONCE MORE (AGAIN)

Once more the hunger has withered the flesh
Once more the desert wind has sung to the bullet
Once more the shoulder has carried the gun
Once more the sky has held the plane
Once more the churches of deceit have played a part
Once more the sea has cradled the ships
Once more the children play in the empty bellies of tanks
Once more we are draped in the elegant clothes of butchery
Once more our differences are exaggerated
Once more we tolerate the fragrance of war
Once more we are betrayed

Once more this is all i can do
all i can say is that the methods of love
must be applied to world politics
Once more the beauty of the sheltering wing was ignored
Once more the huge devices of death
torture the grandness that is a human body
(my love lives in the creases of your ankles)

Once more this peace was imagined
Once more i yearn for a sharing of this endless cold
hoping that the mosaic of these days
will hold together long enough
so that i may reveal just a fraction of myself
and that you may press a blemished body against mine
until we hardly notice the missing fragments
and the thick twisting flames that dance around our bed