After Allen Ginsberg, and written for the Gaian Remembrance Vigil on 11.11.11
O Kali, shadow-slayer, destroyer of illusion,
I offer up the military-industrial complex,
and all the complexes within me that destroy peace.
Descend, blue-skinned mother, raging, bloodthirsty
fresh from the battlefield of demons, your eight arms
bearing skulls and weapons,
and take this putrid fruit of our violence, slice it open,
expose its flesh and seeds to the light
where they may never grow.
Show us the heads of our prime minister and his henchmen
in the pockets of BAE Systems, touting for business
with morbid regimes and crackpot dictators,
and their arms fairs, where they never ask what’s fair
in selling arms, just rake in the bloodied money,
as our own banks account to cluster-bomb makers.
Come, dark goddess, tear off the veils of rhetoric which conceal
war-mongering deeds in cloaks of respectability; help us
hear deeper than the pre-emptive strikes and collateral damage
ventriloquised by our complacent media,
and demand plain language to describe victims of torture,
rape and murder in the wars they report.
Wild one, let your third eye reflect our own distancing tactics –
how we blind ourselves with science, mutely condoning the prisons
where animals are tested with nerve agents, toxins, explosives.
Open our ears to the howls of all conscripted beasts – Dogs,
Pigeons, Donkeys, Horses; and may we never be like the Camels
whose vocal cords were cut to silence their cries.
O Kali, reveal in us all the places where we let the devil
make his garden – in scorched earth, leafless forests
and among the dumb black stumps of shattered trees.
O KALI, KALI, KALI, OM, SHANTI, SHANTI!