World War COVID Guerre mondiale: From WeaponWorld to PeaceWorld; Learner, begin... De la terre en armes au monde paisible ; Apprenti, débute
We live on WeaponWorld. Why not PeaceWorld? How would that work? What should we expect? Has that transition been discussed to your satisfaction, or was it suppressed?
I'm slopping a ladle full of forbidden PeaceWorld Mulligan Stew onto your WeaponWorld prison zinc tray. Next!
Nous habitons la terre en armes. Pourquoi pas au monde paisible ? Comment cela marcherait-il ? Cette transition t'a-t-elle été discutée de façon satisfaisante ou supprimée ?
Je te verse une louchée interdite de Ragout Mulligan du monde paisible sur ton zinc pénitentiaire de la terre en armes. Au suivant !
World War COVID Guerre mondiale: From WeaponWorld to PeaceWorld; Learner, begin... De la terre en armes au monde paisible ; Apprenti, débute
The Hearths of Hiroshima and Nagasaki
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LEARNER full text (2024)
PeaceWorld or death
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APPRENTI texte integral (2024)
Le monde paisible ou la mort
WORLD WAR COVID
Poems, mine and theirs
The Hearths of Hiroshima and Nagasaki
Families raise their children as best they can;
They marry off their daughters;
They anguish over the black sheep.
They keep quiet, keep their heads down,
Go to jobs at best tolerable,
Go shopping, fix the house.
Since they can’t help it,
They betray lovers, partners and themselves.
Since they can’t help it,
The sex is like a drug that brings more kids.
Perfect archetypes in any case
Their pure actions beg God for mercy,
Just like the last, best dinosaurs.
Now, picture a flash of light
So intense, bones show through defensive hands
Before the rads, the furnace and the tempest flay the world
And drop survivors into fear and agony.
Now picture your sons, your daughters, your spouse and lovers,
Sent against enemies or rebels to die in rotting heaps
Of junk and armor shredded by cheap robots
Under the watchful gaze of merciless drones.
Because clean water is so expensive
And a billion people can’t find a dry place to sleep.
While you wait, in the shrinking privilege of your household,
Picture yourself, your home and your family
Excellent and worthy, seemingly solid and safe,
Blasted into bloody foam and gristle for no reason.
For no reason, those who survive agonize slowly.
Here we are, on WeaponWorld, our fate unjustly sealed
By unanimous failure to change.
Better elsewhere, on PeaceWorld, our maintenance assured
By just a little more genius and hope.
EN FRANCAIS
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