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today we come together to mourn hate
solemn and
civic the occasion
and call it
respect
all the
haters come together for this
they say
that hate was gentle
they say
that hate was kind
a great
listener
one in a
million hate was
the goading
one, vicious
spouting
old empire – the slaves
and the
kitchen chains, the slurs …
this Caligula
cut down in his prime
the avatar
apotheosis
the very spectacle
of hate
and death
was hate’s finest work too
he went
down spewing forth hate at the time
hate to
warm the hater’s heart
then there
is a minute’s silence for hate
a private
moment to reflect, for prayer
as if they
were by tumbril come
hell
loosed, all the devils here
monsters
of the Id
some of
hate’s mourners are overcome with emotion
they know
very well though t hate rises again
they
borrow from the gospel of light
take rote
comfort there
as if angels
were with them
one by one,
to the rostrum
and far
far better, so far from grace
the bladed
tongue of privilege
weapons
arrayed to praise
hate’s
paroxysm in the public square
and all
the haters mourn
they do it
with the big lie
a lie that’s
bigger than any of them
the
greatest lie ever told
it’s bigger
than the superbowl
the emperor
is here as well
(thank God
the emperor wears cloths)
they
shoulder along hate’s coffin
keep the
grave shallow
where hate
will rise
theirs is
sure and certain knowledge
and now we
know
they come
not to bury
but to
praise hate
see these
ones with the guns, with the money
come to
tell us how hate was their fine friend
how
reasonable hate was
how you
can understand
it’s not
so hard, is it?
because
you’re a hater too
hate made
you what you are
how the memory
of hate must live forever
and put up
a monument too
all the
bad things you heard about hate
they tell us
these things are untrue
a lovely
pointed hat
a burning
cross on the lawn
the noose
remember
the Inquisition?
not so far
back
delusion
of the warrior
to think
hate could be slain
now hate’s
widow forgives the bullet
the fool
who made the martyr
though a
bullet could never kill
hate’s
stronger than your guns
the widow takes
up a cudgel
here’s a
woe betide
you do
know it’s all biblical
have you
noticed how hate can turn on a dime?
some say
excess of love until
hate’s a saint
of the pantheon now
they come to
bury hate, they say
with all
pomp and malice aforethought
but hate
still has a story to tell
we must be
courteous and listen
lest haters
take offence
they’re
shy and shrinking in abomination
hate sits
up smiling in his grave
we wouldn’t
be here without him
that’s what
some of them say
they’re
singing their songs of hate
they’re
praying for hate
they’re
building hate’s legacy already
it’s a
righteous fury they have
all the
better to hate you with
unless,
unless … you hate with us
you’re one
of us, and made of hate
sword in
the whip hand
plinth mounted
soon the statue
of hate
is
wherever you go
else punitive
measures await
and yes
this is the
greatest lie ever told
lie still
telling today
tomorrow the
lie will be bigger
you’ll
see!
I will not
show his picture
I will not
say his name