Not fascists, I mean I (parasocially) love @slimemildred.bsky.social

If you want rid of him and his ilk, you know what needs to happen. Everyone does, even when they're too afraid to acknowledge it.

yes yes this

Will be supporting this Palestinian charity this month.

We were meant to remember.
We are made to forget.
The letters of the lesson
do not erode
so much as they are bulldozed
into the torn Jenin earth
where they settle -
Never again?

I will show you on a map
of the Holy Land
where they have buried
the corpse
of Never Again.

ever
and ever
again
that prayerful phrase
chewed up and spat out
an idea so sacred
that it had to be
murdered
with just such a holy treatment
as our friends give to
the wrong kind of
infants
minced
in white plastic bags.

we were meant to remember
but we forgot

now our scrubbed hands slice skyward
to salute the arc of
bombs we helped to buy
now
friendly combat boots
stamp rubble dust
with red treadmarks
a smallprint contract
blood for soil!
not our blood
not their soil

we were meant to remember
but we forgot

we only judged the jackboots
of the last bitter century
because they were not
our friends

their bloody bootprints let us
wash our hands
of our own long-held hatred
an azazel to hang White sins upon
even as their stained feet swung
in Nuremberg
we stood taller

quiet now
we lumpen things shrink
beneath a living blanket
still as bone
under a shivering fungal scalp
and until the last reactor goes cold
we linger
blind to the uncontested glow of stars

the world we had
must have been so loud
so bright, so fierce
so filled with blood
with fire
did our vivid works
cloud the skies
with noise and light?

to seed
in the damp folds of lung
and larynx
under eyelid - between our teeth
wherever flesh
was raw or frail
and where ran the final fever
through our heaving meat

we can’t remember
the choking hours
or the metallic
tang that spread
upon our tongues
the air thick
from when the first fruits
spewed their spores

your corpse has gone too far
and you do not deserve to live
more than Hind Rajab
(may she rest in peace)

and Rishi?
may you never sleep well again.

Yours with love,
an extremist for peace.

So I write this letter,
Rishi
dearest ulcer on the womb
of Britain's pillaged future
sir,
as you brief the police
to treat mourners
as the enemy
I write this letter
to the shrivelled
human
remnant
somewhere in your past: