Poetry from Daniel De Culla

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Collage of a statuesque woman in a bra on top of a white horse that’s trampling another similar light-skinned woman in a bra. Greek columns, a skull, and the outline of another horse in the background.

HURRAH¡ THE DEATH

“In Israel there are tourist boats that will see the bombs fall and its
massive destruction on Gaza” – From the Press

Hurrah¡ the Death
And those tourist boats
That will see the bombs fall
And itsr massive destruction
On Gaza, and soon on Lebanon
Children enjoying themselves
Jumping for joy
When they stand on their heads

The skulls

Watching how the waters of the Sea take them

To their most feared bottom
The good and false intentions
Of the hypocritical talkers of the UN
Who bray good precepts
Like the Roman Pope in his Basilica
Or the priests in the temples.
-Oh, oh, oh, oh, mom

Look how the children’s heads explode.

-Oh, oh, oh, oh, mom
How the waters swallow them
Those corpses turned to mush
Of despised and dead men and women
To the eternal shame of Life.
-I am sorry, my son
And I get grumpy
When I see our politicians
In Assemblies or Braying Chairs

Or by the beach of the Sea, on vacation

Or by the river banks
What cows do when they pee
Next to their orchards or fields
At gargantuan banquets
With the great humor of serial killers
Deceiving and hallucinating
To their sick towns
Telling them to be good
The naming of the rope
In the house of the hanged man
Laughing with a big yawn
With their Ha, Ha, Ha.