Alan Dunnett

No Mercy

I will be back with a gun. Talk alone
did not serve. I know it is a mistake
to commit to violence. Its dark moan

begets violence. That's why we must make
everything go away, die forever,
suffocate under salt, gasp at a stake

driven through the heart so that you never
rise again, not in this life or the next
crawling in bright limbo instead whether

the day dips or ascends. Blinded, you take
no comfort through eternity. Rather,
you will never sleep yet always awake

ragged and staring, restless with no home
to head for begging the Kind Ones to break
you into little pieces and be done.

Stand-Off

I am resolute, Oh Lord, for the Right,
just wondering why it must involve dead
violence.
Facing you in the red,
wet eye of battle, I only see this:

matters must not end here. Don't apologise
at this point when you find it is all done
for you. The time to make amends has gone.
In finishing you, I bring the hot breath

of a curse upon myself though the gods
know exactly why it has come to this.
You hurt my children. We talked about this
and it made no difference. You burned

our homes and we fled to the mountains.
For a long while, it seemed like all was lost
but you could not kill us down to the last.
Now it is a new day. Even these thoughts

put blood upon my hands but sacrifice
buys the future although they call it vice.

Alan Dunnett © 2013

In This Light



You sit with the others staring at the agenda.
Everything is in order and respectable.
The chairperson is venerated, the coffee
is not instant. The doorknobs are burnished gold
in this light.

You are here by design and not by mistake
and yet you wish it were not so. You wish
you could leave and return with force
because this meeting has a foregone conclusion
in this light.

Everyone is polite. Some are confident. Some
are riddled with concern. There must be a way
to change the future but this is not it.
They will smile and minute with accuracy
in this light.

Alan Dunnett © 2013