Tiny backpacks, bloody body parts litter pulverized apartment and charred-
car-streets. Stolen lives litter flattened hospitals and schools. Litter crimson
coffee shop floors. Litter blackened fields of vaporized crops.
Everything they touch turns to rubble
Over and over Earth’s saddest symphony plays. Harrowing screams, wails, moans.
Same timbre, same tones. Same saline Palestine tears in Sudan. Same in Ukraine,
Lebanon, Venezuela, Iran. The same 1% is at war with workers of the world—and
Everything they touch turns to rubble
They bomb, they strut. They prance and ‘dance,’ and bomb and bomb again.
They bomb abroad shouting, “stay sheltered!” Lucrative explosions silence
music of whining saw, pounding hammer raising roofs, housing the unhoused.
Everything they touch turns to rubble
Hubris high off homeland invasion, hostile takeovers weeks before, they dream
of easy money. Quick work of weekend war. But weekend morphs into weeks.
And weeks into months. And months into long and lean years.
Everything they touch turns to rubble
They send holy warriors striking Saturdays, Sundays, holidays ‘round Epstein news
cycles like pyrite wrecking balls revolving around orange planet, Pedophilia. ‘Round
its death smell. ‘Round sulphur scent and white phosphorus fragrance anointing them.
Everything they touch turns to rubble
They strike when Essential Workers catch fleeting winks on speeding trains roaring
beneath snoring cities. When countrymen and women dreaming of better worlds are
not yet woke. Over and over again Cruel Reich Cult strikes under cover of darkness and
Everything they touch turns to rubble
Cruel Reich Cult strikes when working ones are doubled over panting, catching
blitzkrieg breaths. Or, when they meditate, chant, or pray protecting souls, spirits,
minds from repeated trauma of sadistic Psy-Ops on our damn dime.
Everything they touch turns to rubble
One Big Beautiful Bank Job body count equals wreckage in the wake of DOGE:
Department Of Grifter Enrichment. And drowned, frozen, burned bodies pile up
at feet of climate deniers battling Mengele Medicine Men for roadkill recognition.
Everything they touch turns to rubble
Ugly omen, J6 white supremacists storming Capitalist Hill, ransacking offices, shitting in
halls, foreshadowed shredded social safety net. Scuttled science and education. Heralded
War House-Offal Office golden grift; Kennedy Center shuttered; redacted Bill Of Rights.
Everything they touch turns to rubble
Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet; Black Agenda Report's Poet-in-Residence; and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC.
