by N. Jed Todd
(“Halfway Between War and Whore” mobile version)
There’s a sine wave standing
Between the world’s oldest profession
—–And the second-oldest
Which is on top and which is bottom
That’s a matter of time and phase shift
—–But it never really mattered to me
Me, I’m a PSYOPer, agitprop and hearts & minds
Deception and defection appeals, hope and lies
Somewhere in between, lying on the origin line
—–Halfway between war and whore
—–Not sure where I’d rather be
At the nodes that never change
No matter how fast you vibrate
Can’t ever get so fast as to get away
All we do is multiply, extra nodes halfway between,
Stable and enduring among the destruction
Promising it’s not our fault
Always the same kind eyes, half-lidded smile,
A friendly face asking you to lie down
And just. stop. fighting.
Not honest enough to fuck to keep you there
A wink and a wave to the fellow stable nodes
Our spooky brother just beside us
And beyond him lies the priest
I don’t know who’s on top today
And who it is, let’s say, that’s not
One respected and the other reviled
Not so sure it matters.
Can’t say here at the end of days
I still want false love condemned
While feigned anger and hate
Buys you college and a VA loan
But there you are. And me.
And us. Liar, thief, and priest.
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N. Jed Todd is a Texas refugee, TAMSter, retired US Army Psychological Operations Master Sergeant, and a Russian linguist. Also a civil servant until recently, working for the Air Force on tech modernization and information warfare. But since the greatest information weapon is hope, he’s turned to poetry and fiction for solace (published in As You Were and in several Middle West poetry collections), and to his family, his daughter Meera and wife Ami.
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