June 2, 2009Semiotics
Ironic that within this ☮ sign, the outer circle of which
symbolizes the joining of hands of all nations,
looms a ready missile. Peace be damned, it middlefingers.
If you want a piece of me, give it your best shot.
So human nature yanks out from under us
the gantry of human achievement.
Yanks, yes, as in Yankees, often champions of a confrontation
the object of which is to bludgeon something
harmless and resembling a child’s head. Head, as in warhead,
meathead, penis, love missile: pick the term which doesn’t belong
to us. As much as we scratch our heads,
we discover that we are, inescapably,
our language. Just imagine, such strange symbols, indecipherable
across cultures as a chicken’s scratch, on occasion
one’s only, momentary ☮ before the head-chopping,
may one day be weighty enough to change the world!
And given the terrifying gravity of all meaningful things,
from whose unholy grasp neither we nor missiles
nor in fact anything escapes, if we fail to translate
our barriers into bridges, we may just conclude
ourselves. Ironic that only if we scratch
the sole sign-making species from the face of this planet
☮ will be unavoidable.