A clear objective—survival
Tuck head down and traipse through desert sands—
An Arrakis boiling with religious certitudes,
ancient political nuances
Multitudinous paths leading to destruction
Ignore the razor winds that slice through reason
And only hone instinct
Survive
Clutch the knife of insanity in your righteous fist
Rip into the enemy’s flesh
Retaliate—an eye for an eye—until all are blind
Blades become bombs
Homes reduce to rubble housing mutilated families
Logic stumbles through the wreckage
And gets lost in the stench of decay
Becomes overburdened and overrun by molecular rage—
(Passed down from evangelist to fanatic
to zealot to extremist)
Until it dries up and dies
Copyright 2014 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
