Poems from Frank Kyle's Tatiana
“Taliban” and “terror,”
terrible words,
terrible deeds.
How can immorality
speak against immorality?
How can one claim
to serve one’s people
by terrorizing them?
How is cruelty godly?
How does one surrender to God
yet serve Satan
unless one’s God is Satan?
How do terror, coercion, and intimidation
achieve spiritual peace
a sacred heart?
They cannot.
* * *
Taliban,
how is a most merciful God served
by cruel deeds?
How is a most just God served
by injustice?
How is a most patient God served
by vicious intolerance
of people who believe differently?
How is villainy justified
in God’s name?
How can claiming to know God’s mind
and then killing God’s children
not be blasphemous?
“Taliban,”
the sound of suffering
weeping of women and children
silent cries of the dead
not the voice of God.
Taliban,
politics of sadness
despair and hopelessness.
Taliban,
cave dwellers
who perceive life through gun sights
whose downcast eyes
are blind to primordial earth
and nature’s creations
whose idol is a book.
“Taliban,”
The world weeps at the sound.
* * *
Leader of the pig people speaks:
"The bone people shall be crushed
ground into dust.
The world will then be safe
markets will open for business
cabarets will sing
lewd songs and melodies
the subjugation of earth
and its cultural metamorphosis
will continue—
a new world order built
upon the ruins of the old
to the beat of jackhammers
transforming piety and tradition
into cheerful satisfaction."
Thus conspired the
three-headed tyrant,
sprouting gargoyles
like those of the great stone
sepulchers of worship
Kodak curiosities
eroding cairns
of a forgotten religion
visited by zombic tourists
its gargantuan body
carcinomatosic
sitting high upon its throne
whence its heads,
aroused and agitated
oversee the future
of the world.
Jagannath, Lord of the World.
The pig people rejoice,
once again at their troughs
feeding in peace
content in their gluttony.
* * *
Thanksgiving day
I sit somber looking at a
morning eucalyptus.
The words our warrior chief
little corporal in cowboy boots
echo in my ears.
“We are at war.
Resist us and be destroyed.
Hide those who resist us
and be destroyed.
We possess the will
and the power
to destroy you.
You think your god Allah
is greater than our god Mammon.
You are wrong.
“Your god has given you
prayer rugs
ours has given us
the most devastating war machine
money can buy.
“In the air,
OH-58D Scout Attack Helicopters
AH-1W Super Cobra Helicopters
armed with a three-barreled Gatling gun
AH-64A Apache Helicopters
Super Stallion helicopters
F-15 Strike Eagles
armed with Sidewinder
and Slammer missiles
B-2 Spirit and F-117A Nighthawk
Stealth Bombers
B-1 Lancer Bombers
F/A 18 Hornets and F-22 Raptors
Harrier Jump-Jets
F-14 Tomcats
A-10A Thunderbolts
firing armor-piercing penetrators
fabricated from depleted uranium
B-52, E-8C & E-2C surveillance aircraft
laser guided bombs
the terror tool
the BLU-82
15,000 pound ‘daisy cutter’
that kills everything
within a half-mile
and the dreaded Predator drones
armed with supersonic Hellfire missiles
that give their victims no warning.
“On sea
aircraft carriers
cruisers and destroyers
armed with cruise missiles
beneath in the watery darkness
nuclear submarines
armed with holocaust weapons.
“On land
M16, M2 machine guns
M242 automatic cannons
MK 19 and M203
automatic grenade launchers
M252 81mm mortars,
M-198 Howitzers,
Assault Amphibian Vehicles
Amphibious Assault Platoons
M2/M3 Bradley fighting vehicles
M1A1 Abrams tanks
TOW anti-tank missile launchers
M47 Dragon missiles
Multiple-Launch Rocket Systems
firing cluster munitions & submunitions
and scatterable mines with
devastating effect.
“Still to come
from the military matrix
new and improved
Armageddon devices:
the Earth penetrating B83
HyDrOgEn BoMb
one hundred times more powerful
than the Hiroshima killer A-Bomb
‘Little Boy,’ and
the latest and greatest
Weapon of Mass Destruction
the human vaporizer
the Mother of All Bombs
the Massive Ordnance Aerial Bomb
that bursts into a flesh-devouring fireball
upon impact.”
* * *
“We shall free the earth
of terror,” hisses
our warrior chief
dressed in khaki
and flight jacket
lined with lamb’s wool
a make-believe warrior
speaking dragon words
that command terrible armies.
He who delights
in the power of war
commanded his troops:
“When you meet the unbelievers
smite their necks
and make wide slaughter
among them.”
To the world
the wise warrior chief speaks:
“Our way is the highway
to the future.
Join us or be left behind
but do not impede progress
our gift to you
else you shall know
the flaming sword
of righteousness
its terrible justice.”
* * *
Again speaks the righteous one
protector of the pig people
wielder of the law:
“The world shall be ours
safe in our bosom.
To those who deny
our just ways
bring slaughter
upon us
I say unto you
your twisted rod of terror
shall be broken
you will feel the earth tremble
our pain you shall
know as your own.
“Bone People, I say unto you
do not contemplate terror
against America.
You do not know terror
you men on horseback
you hijackers of planes
you walking bombs
you suicide warriors.
Yet you will
when your mountains are razed
your cities pulverized
your earth scorched.”
The righteous one speaks
terrible leader acts
the world trembles.
* * *
I had a dream.
It took place in a dark cave
where sat Osama bin Laden
with a Buddha-like expression
of tranquility.
“Why this war,
Osama bin Laden?”
I asked.
“It began centuries ago,
when the West decided
it wanted the rest
of the world
when Europe decided
to plant its ways
in foreign soil
and water them
with foreign blood.
You came for the land
and its treasures
though they did not
belong to you.
You came to plant
your alien religions
and ideologies
build your bureaucracies.
You came not for us
but for yourselves.
We the people
the bone people
of rock and cave
and desert sand
of the rainless valleys
and windswept plateaus
we were invisible
to you
ghosts of the past
to be forgotten
to be buried.
We have never been
more than wildlife
to you.
* * *
“You Americans
have continued the ways
of your ancestors
who came
to the New World
which was in truth
a very old world
the world God
had created.
You destroyed
the ancient ones
the lost tribes
of God’s first people
the inheritors
of Paradise.
You never saw them
at all.
They were invisible.
You saw only the land
the wealth, the future.
“You restless ones
shall never cease
until all the old ways
are gone.
“Now you come
for labor
and markets
to build
your shopping mall
cathedrals.
“You have forgotten
the world of God
and preach the gospel
of consumption.
You know not the earth
nor the ways of God.
“You pass your days
worshipping false images
and pursuing false dreams.
Your leader says you are free
but we the bone people
see you enslaved
by false gods
and nefarious
priests.
“The British came
to this place
to use it as a pawn
in their global game
of Empire.
The Soviets came
for the same reason
bringing with them
their dead religion
Marxism.
Then the Americans
at first not with planes
missiles and bombs
but with satellites
and television
spreading the propaganda
of a new world order
of buying and selling
of sex
endless pleasure
fantasies
bought and sold.
And we could not
stop it
the propaganda
of consumption
of secularism.
“And we knew
they would never stop
because the new world
would make them
rich.
“You think I am happy
having killed thousands
of Americans.
I am not.
And I will not ask
how many you have killed
and enslaved
nor tell you of the thousands
you buried in the mountains
and killed in the villages
those who did not even know you.
You judged me
but punished a nation.
I will not mention
the dictators you supported
who killed thousands.
I will not mention
the millions dead
in Indochina.
“I am sad
for all the death
but more sad
for the souls
stolen by
your brave new world.
We fight because
we must
like the Indians who fought
Geronimo and Cochise
Tecumseh and Crazy Horse
and Chief Joseph
and all the others
you thought
I did not know.
They fought
for their land
and their ways.
In the end, they too
were sad.
“We cannot win.
The American soldiers
will not fight us.
Their bombs will
destroy us
their satellites will
poison the minds
of our youth.
One cannot fight
the wind
or the pestilence
it brings.
But if we stop
fighting
then we too
like the Indians
once proud and free
living the sacred life
in a sacred land
will die
and our land
will become reservations
for the dead.”
Those were the words
of the Evil One.
He said no more,
this leader
of the bone people.
The tranquil sadness
had never left his face.
The dark eyes
never strayed from
that inward gaze.
He would die
in the darkness
I thought.
* * *
Osama bin Laden,
one-eyed Odin of the bone people
desert fox
mountain wolf
the wind carries your name
to starving ears
desperate hearts
longing for salvation
seeking to endure.
The melodious name is music
to distraught and confused souls
fearing the end of the world
dying to preserve it.
In despair and dread
and weakness
you wage your war of terror
against giants
the industries of Loki
the armies of Hel
the multinational conglomerates of Iörmungandr
encircling and strangling the globe
spurting poisonous profanities
charming with obscene coils
seducing soul and body.
They invade your homelands
the Hel-hound Garm
and fatal wolf Fenrir.
Nidhogg feeds upon your dead
devours worm-like culture and soul.
Armored night-dragons fill the skies
ignite earth with fire.
Your Tyr lies dead.
Exhausted and beaten
Thor lies dying.
