For the children (those fortunate enough to show their corpses in the news, and the rest)

The world is faltering

pieces falling apart

the decline of infrastructures

unnoticed or mocked

well you know my show is on and besides so and so said everything’s fine

and I know that its my fault

as surely as our bones

are made of the same matter

stardust some fondly say

but alas I a romantic

must tearfully admit

we are but dead residue

remnants of something wonderful

and our initiative is failing

the evolutionary process

that decided

to choose me

and you

should have been more selective

genocide

is a well known word

but the images of war

are too grizzly for right society

(unlike that show

you know

the one your prepubescent

and highly confused son

masturbated to last night)

and callousness reigns

like Asma al-Assad

looking into the eyes of the devil

while she's made over at the mall

bags and bags and bags

I wonder if they recycle those

to store all the small bodies

plastic in children’s pain killers

day care centers

parceling out sedatives

I mean, why teach

these lousy little things

these play dough people

with love splashing out

from every eyehole

every place

capable of expression

into the miraculous world

every one containing

an avant-garde piece

inside their pure and sinless

(yes you insane disease, sinless)

souls

I say bring the world to their knees

if only to force them

to face a child's perspective.