WWJD

W hat   W ould   J esus   D o 

Oh Jesus, if you can save one, I am waiting.
A game of chance, while we  dance.
You pulling the strings. Oh puppet master.
Fix this disaster.
We sing praises oh Lord.
Maker and taker. Why must you take?
Ye scale of justice, be just. You must.
Weigh up an ounce of ground round.
Take ten pounds of my alabaster flesh for his soul.
If you are the salvation then salvage just ONE.
Him.


 

The Death Machine

THE 
  DEATH 
      MACHINE

    by Dena McKinnon


A decomposition of nutrition.
Mutation of magnificent maleficent. 
Restoring reclamation festering in ruin.
Parasitic symbiosis. 
Thrombosing, engrossing vass biomatter.
Such vascular, an organ organically reclaimed.
Bleeding.
Dissolvent dust leaking to the crust.
Oh, earth. 
Maker. And Taker. 
Eternal machine.
Mechanism, oh, microhabitat.
A breath. Of death.
Beautiful patina, thy machina. 
Oxidation. A reformation.
Taker. And Makers. 
A benevolent big bang of bargaining chips.
Nourishing death juice. 
Rich chocolate mousse of microcosm.
Fat bosom for the metastatic universe.
Needer. And feeder. 
A gadget of faggots feeding the flame. 
In a game. A gander.
Meandering through the death machine...
          We find life.