[Newspoetry] Re: Psychological/Psychological Warfare in Afghanistan

[Donald L Emerick]

*** I offer a text, by verse be-leaved, --
*** Let it be dropped on those in need.
*** Let it fall like manna from the sky
*** Until they, overeating, puke and cry
*** Give us flesh, pits that we then had
*** In Egypt; slave, ruled, we were glad.

Spring in me, amuse, DNA!

I'd spring of Omar, big with harm,
Like Olaf on an Afghan farm,
Khayyam's moving finger, writing,
Cancels nothing of wit's pirating:
There's always grain to plant and grow,
To harvest for some fall below.

Row upon row, words greenly rise
Bursting seedbags in unseen soil.
Beneath surfaces, plain flatulent,
Reeks some odd thing eating upward,
Writhing with what grows outward wild,
Poking numen finger at you.

Survival creates such species,
As by-product or accident
Of reproduction unceasing,
Aiming at nothing but living --
As the God DNA has said:
"Thou shalt mutate as nothing dead."

God's ideosyncretic speech
Translates most badly, at its best,
Into words of our thinking so.
Perhaps, God DNA declared,
"Shall the ought not mutate when dead?
Shall thought be the ought of repaired?"

Some days always follow some nights,
The pattern is set, the mold goes on,
Until breaks irrupture routines.
"Thy mutated nothing shall die;
Thee, mutant nothing, shall be dead;
Suffer not, mutant of living.

Suffer no mutinous living."
God speaks but once, but what said He?
God's Word is our constant in change,
Ever reapparent born-again.
Omar was Olaf once in time,
In science,seed sleeps restlessly.

Seed self-seduces in sleepy heads
Row uniformly rows, merrily,
Up and down streaming river beds
Where life but dreams its life away,
Following some patterning sway,
Constants changing change constantly.

Thanks for listening,
Donald L Emerick