A Poem by Craig Shay

Bengali tigers,
transformed
into humans
with bowie knives and political ties.

There are so many guerillas
hidden among the trees.

What does the world look like
out the window of that white mansion?

Tens of thousands of lambs
walk along the mountainside.

What the analysts don’t tell you
is that there are ten coyotes
to every lamb.

Each coyote unafraid of death.

Each one fighting
with nothing to lose.

Eating every lamb.

It is as though
they are lambs
sacrificed for a black mass

to bring some incarnation
of Satan
through a gateway,

chiefs and generals
gather to proliferate death –

A great beast returns
to his throne
atop of hill of skulls and bones,

ready to take the reigns
of an empire built by destruction –

Peace caused by a thousand years of war.

The real terrorists
work in Monsanto, Dow Chemical, Wall Street.