An Irish Airman Foresees His Death


I know that I shall meet my fate,
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

This a poem by William Butler Yeats, a great poet and Irish nationalist. The sentiment expressed here is stark, yet hauntingly elegant. The moment before his death seems to have accorded the Airman such startling clarity, that he met his end with complete equanimity.


Conscientious Rejection


If my world asks me to forget another,
then I reject my world.

If my nation asks me to fail another,
then I reject my nation.

If my religion asks me to trample another,
then I reject my religion.

If my culture asks me to ridicule another,
then I reject my culture.

If my identity asks me to erase another,
then I reject my identity.

I will have my conscience decide.
Who I shall be and what to abide.

In honor of President Obama’s speech for UN General Assembly, 2016. Thank you Sir, for your service and for inspiring a generation.


Duty Worn


Winter soldier
Made of steel
Why do you march
Through lonely fields?

Mighty knight
Thy baron’s shield
Why do you swear
The oath to kneel?

Fierce viking
Through tempest’s lull
Why do you steer
Your raven hull?

Son of Mars
In his gory task
How do you keep
your fearless mask?

Timeless trooper
By duty worn
How could you not
Come undone?

Lost in Atlantis

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Sprawling megapolis
Steely death trap
Great drains clogged
With urban scrap.

Hysteric hordes
Choke her streets.
A cocotte kneels
Praying at Neptune’s feet.

Dark acid clouds
Hangover her skies
As speakers blare
A dirge of doom and demise.

Shining Atlantis
Mired in vice.
Gently drowning
Under rising tides.

Here and Now

Fear Mine


I fear action
Success and failure
Treat ’em the same
Then my friend
Who’s to blame.

I fear inspiration
For it might lift 
This lazy haze
That my friend 
Would be a waste.

I fear the inevitable
Cancer like regret
Will come with age
Alas my friend
We never change.

O fear mine
O fear mine 
You fill the recesses of my soul
Paralyzing evil
Feeding this list 
Forever in stasis.

O fear mine
O fear mine
My dear friend
Come walk with me
Hand in hand 
Forever till the end.