Genevieve Cora Fraser: The Dead Do Not Weep

The Dead Do Not Weep

"We are the lost ones
From a Time before Time
From a Land beyond the Stars…
We have survived the first War
Between the Powers of the Gods
And have seen the wrath of the Ancient Ones
Dark Angels
Vent upon the Earth
We are from a race beyond the wanderers of night…”
- The Necronomicon - Magan Text Narrative -

The Selected Ones shoulder their rifles
Alive in sniper nests with night goggles
Probe the enemy’s stronghold
Mosques, children in classrooms
Old women hanging laundry
On roof tops they set up command
Posts take aim and hold their fire
Until provoked by the sound of laughter
A stray ball bouncing in the road
During curfew they rule
Over all glazed eyes wander
Beneath an Arabic landscape
Offensive to their judgment
For blood is the ribbon
Of valor to be won
Tallies kept
Picking the old man
Walking with a stick
The young man tending
His fruit cart under an aged
Canopy next to the bullet
Riddled wall where martyrs
Blood is splashed alongside posters
Of their brethren lost
Lost are the tranquil nights
The Terra Sancta is once again
Sanctified the Fertile Crescent
Alive with grief
As a sniper’s finger pulls
The trigger for a quick rush
One by one picked off
Is not genocide
But the strategic advantage
Played as resistors to annihilation
Are provoked giving Armed Forces
Ammunition helicopter gunships
Readied fighter jets readied bulldozers
Tanks on high alert waiting
Beneath the headlines
Late night talk shows
Sound-bites numb thought
The World lays fitful
Dreaming
Lost in the image
Of a just cause
As the God of Revenge
Is awakened scheming
Beneath the wraps
Of a mummified conscience
The One-Eyed Monster
Green and jealous
Devours democracy
As the Dead
Gather loved-ones
In the valley
Of the lost souls
Tiny particles
Of living matter
Are biomass
To red blooded
Armies amassed
For conquest
The ram’s horn
Blares forth
Victory
Is ours
Lost
In time’s
Transgressions
The Dead
Do not weep

ENDS