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When You Put on the Suit • The Terminators • Hillary • Built to Last

Paul Lojeski: He woke, feeling nature pushing down on him, demanding attention, requiring recognition. Terminators
Terminators

When You Put on the Suit

Life for the capitalist, especially
that of the contemporary American
version eschewing, as he does,

a ruthless, frontier common sense
and the worship of tall buildings
straddling boulevards of his

making is simply seen and portrayed
as one energetic, never-ending, soul-
purifying sales contest and, as such,

nothing else is or can be of value in
all the wide wonder of the universe
but the relentless pursuit of money

Hillary

loves the blade, the Glock,
AK, M-16, the tank, missile
and bomb, the midnight raid,
the swift execution, the company
of soldiers and generals but most
of all she worships power
and command. a hardcore
lover of death who holds
it close, caressing, urging
it forth across continents,
the vile orders seeping,
hissing from her rank, rotting
mouth. she delights and laughs
at body counts, in the slaughter
her word brought down in the dark
thousands of miles away,
the moans and sobs of dying
children a sacred mantra.
she’s addicted, a junkie
to the rush of killing,
to the strut of a glassy-eyed
murderer let loose upon the world.
watch her tread upon the land.

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The Terminators

He woke, feeling nature pushing down
on him, demanding attention, requiring
recognition. On the street he felt its cavernous
absence, its desertion of space, but for sky
and wind he would’ve missed it. So he
pretended to understand the process:
the first branch brought down to build
shelter. The first path called a road cut
into the landscape and onward to the steel
and glass reality of vast nature-less cities:
the destruction of one to the construction
of the other, the veritable rearrangement
of matter to accommodate the most ignorant
of species, a celebration of its supremacy
upon land and mountains, over the beasts
and birds, over all that breathes, without
a second thought. Until now, the now of
unexpected consequences, of altering
the biological matrix that affords life
to its destroyer, to us, the terminators

Built to Last

In the house is blindness, like before, like always.
There is no exit: the walls of the house are thick
beyond measure, for servants build new ones daily.

In the house is belief in the house, love of the
house, worship of the house, like before, like always.
On occasion the house is redesigned: it changes

color and shape, using a new voice to encourage
different building techniques. Then more walls
are constructed, like before, like always.

(First appeared in Barrow Street)

Paul Lojeski