Population Ethics – Mass Graves of a Frozen Mankind

Every snowflake is unique
year after year
the descent of billions
onto our windscreens, rooftops, mountain sides
and tilled fields
from the sky they come
each one special, individual
delicate and not long for this world –
Yet we all know
they’re all pretty much the same
and even if sometimes they’re fun
to slide and ski on
and provide idyllic winter scenes
of rosy-cheeked Campbell’s soup kids
rolling up snowman segments
they are still a pain in the ass
the rich avoid them in summer homes
we huddle indoors around fires
well pleased by our walls
without which our suffering
would be as endless as the blizzards and the drift
God
Billions
All different and special
Right
But it can’t be true
some must be crushed down,
pushed aside, ploughed into open pits
blown into lakes and rivers – scraped free,
salted, melted
unceremoniously covered over in dirt
and when the sun reasserts its supremacy
and finally does away with them until next year
we breathe a collective sigh of relief – happy to be rid of the nuisance – for a spell.

Choke Chain by the Balls

The futility of everything has me
like a choke collar
grinding me to dull complacency
anger sorrow and joy
are flattened to a listless being
a trudge down the concrete path
where even the mother dragging along
her mewling cunt-litter coterie
is not enough to spark a riot
of my typical disgust at humankind
and their condom-condemning gods
whoever I am has gone to seed
placid and serene like a dirty Buddhist
my outrage, bitter horror and chemical merriment
all diseases on the winds
carried off to fire up the fever in others