I don’t give a damn for honour, truth or peace ‘n i don’t miss ‘em; neither do i try to revive ‘em. If those conceits were of any use they’d be with us now, alive and well, but they’re dead and dust and the people who killed ‘em are issuing media statements and eating well (thank you very much) and have the respect of billions on the squawk-show credo circuit.
What need is there to fake sincerity when the fools have been taught, so well, to believe sincerity means you’re on the side of kindness and compassion? Ted Bundy and Jeffrey Darma were sincere. Mengele and Vlad The Impaler were sincere. Don’t you get it? The blown to bits, burned alive, smothered lifeless under rubble, starved, tortured and abused to death innocents - they certainly got it.
So align the bulldozers, gear in, pedal down and push those hectares of corpses, push ‘em, push ‘em. Push the jiggling limbs and torsos into two multicultural, faded-rainbow-coloured, non-denominational heaps.
And when the cadaver heaps have gathered into two vast ranges of cadaver hills, push ‘em, push ‘em higher and higher till we face two mountains, touching the sky. Then, we’ll send The Dirty Job Boys in to plant a flag pole, half a mile high, one to each summit. They’ll attach the respective flags, each one the size of four football pitches, to the metal halyards thick as your arm, and haul them up with giant winding machines to the solemn cacophony of thousands of massed bands playing national anthems in arbitrary rotation.
Silent, we’ll stand at the base of those mountains and we’ll raise our faces and BLOW. In our billions we’ll BLOW hot air from our billons of mouths. Our lungs fully bursting we’ll BLOW till those flags unfurl and wave in the storm of our deeply held sincere beliefs.
And on one flag, The Dirty Job Boys using thousands of litres of natural pigments will have written, “Killed by the Bad Guys”. And on the other flag they’ll have written, “Killed by the Good Guys”. And the flag on the highest corpse mountain will be clearly outlined against the blue life sky. And even then, in our billions, we won’t open our eyes.
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