I stared Genocide square in the eye,
accused it of being a foreign spy.
It laughed and said I had no business
injecting facts about its sordid record.
In my derision, I became fit to kill.
Still, I urged, let us take this discussion outside,
under the moonlit, magenta sky—
outside, where we may mitigate our differences.
But Genocide balked, in full control.
I, nothing more than some dead thought,
spread throughout a cosmos of aftermath—
a glittering genesis burnt and blackened.
THOMAS PIEKARSKI is a former editor of the California State Poetry Quarterly and Pushcart Prize nominee. His poetry and interviews have appeared widely in literary journals internationally, including Nimrod, Portland Review, Mandala Journal, Cream City Review, Poetry Salzburg, Pennsylvania Literary Journal, Boston Poetry Magazine, and Poetry Quarterly. He has published a travel book, Best Choices In Northern California, and Time Lines, a book of poems.