Unnecessary Evil


You slithered once from our view under blades
of grass and coffin lids dodging carriage
wheels through thorn and thistle. You vanished like
a ghost; by the void of experience.

And you became the lessor in our list
of evils. So we forgot. Willingly.
Our camel heads buried deep in desert
sand, eyes blinded by scorpion kings who

held no sting within their tail. And so you
multiplied in absent silence, as the
hidden often do, oozing in secret
proliferation until by sheer size

and careless management you rose again
weaving through tall grasses and shallow sands
expanding your reach toward the stars, no
ocean to vast or target to small. And

as you grew your appetite for fame grew
beyond the glitter and the glam giving
nonsense less value. And still, by choice, you
remain a ghost. Our eyes blinded like the

camel ‘s in a desert storm.





all this
is vanity
wrapped in
black and white

raging against
but mostly
grey inside

Vanishing Point


Why, now, do we speak of nothing? As if
it were tomorrow and news of the bomb
won’t reach us? As if being and nothingness
are the same. And how is it that we justify
our musing – like Nazi guards carrying
hate forward – hiding behind directives
and striped sleeves. Even death cannot
free us from our bondage since it too
has been textured by the sounds of horses’
hooves and Wagons’ wheels and the prick of
Roses’ thorns.
(Even more by the ether of camels’ spirits.)

Why, then, do we speak of nothing? Is it our
vanity? Our cry against the ultimate
power of the truth of nothing? Did
we not become as the gods were – once?
Creators of matter, of life, of death –
Detestable in the eyes of some, digressing
into our own madness. Like the cave dwellers
we call our fathers we’ve returned as once we were,
using our brand of nothing to bash heads and
drone on. Even now I am guilty of the same.

So, why then do we speak of nothing as if
it were tomorrow and news of the bomb
won’t reach us? Do you suppose
the gods once did the same?

KMcGee – 2017

Just Then I’m Empty Again


I was reading today about annihilation
and apocalyptic lyrics
and I felt my body go numb
have we been too comfortable
grown complacent in our vigilance

and it dawned on me
why I missed our cold-shouldered wars
and how they burned with electric fire
like winter sparks between our lips

because they were beautiful

back then we yearned for each other
not as a match to the stove, but
with the heat of a sparkler at its core
a fiery spectacle of protest
against our youth and careless ignorance

we armed ourselves with munitions
and unfounded accusations

we lobed words like warheads
but always ran in to dress each other’s wounds
like white hats in a battle torn zone

and I realized, JUST THEN, while
contemplating the other side
of metaphor and poetry
why I’d become so fascinated
by the prospect of war

because I’M EMPTY

a black rain, like darkness,
had dampened our lust for passion
life washed us clean with mud
and replaced that zealous rage
with dishtowels and laundry
overtime – mortgages

and I fantasized, AGAIN,
with a hopeful sickness as vile as
the smell of her sweat on your laundry
that those missiles had landed here
and burnt it all away

KMcGee – 2017

Silence lies within the Stone, but blindness lies within the Man


I’m much like a fossil-A silent stone
Frozen in my time by the great deluge
that washed over my skin.
A spectacle, indeed-
Plastered in strata and
suffocated in the mud slung from
donkeys’ hooves as they traverse
one by one in their PERFECT row.
Descending deeper into the canyon.
Each one thirsting for the river
below. Never stopping to consider
the poison that rolls downhill
from their piles of dung. Their
eyes focused on a singular Goal.

I wanted to warn them-
To yell, “STOP!”
But my voice is silenced by
the cementing properties of mud.
So the parade continues to MOVE ON,
progressing step by step toward
a certain end of their own.
Their poisoned reward compounded by
the amassing of their own shit.

AND here I AM, suspended in the mix of it all;
A rock in the wall – a stone in the shoe –
Nothing more than a nuisance
to the line of Jackasses passing by –
my tooth filled smile permanently fixed
with eyes plucked from the socket
like a cheap paper mask, leftovers
from an adolescent Halloween.

KMcGee – 2017

There’s no Solace in Death


I put up a fence
But you learned to climb
I closed my drapes
Still, you listened in
I moved to the woods
So you built a drone
I fell into my grave
Now you clone my bones

@KMcGee – 2017