Rape

There are terrorists
That power their guns with bullets
That thump through rib cages
And heart valves
Possessing shafts packed in cartridges
Ignited by hate and zeal
But in a different front of butchery
Self-issued licenses are discharged as ego-stamps
By explicit cowards holding handguns
For there is nothing as impotent
As a flaccid stump that loads on hate
And shoots bullets at unarmed prisoners
After all how absolutely grotesque
Is a ‘small death’ in war (la petite mort)
When all one sees
Is the apocalypse of love

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Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, American Journal of Poetry, Kitaab, Eastlit and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth.

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