Zawmb’yee Nuje, Guest Poet : “Death by Acacizg” (Draft 1)

Death by Acacizg by Zawmb’yee Nuje

I drew advice from wise men
my council, my friends, but

their philosophy enabled the weapon,
jargon kissed the death abyss, and

Only dust and vapor remain
when a Acacizg is triggered.

Friends, my council, the ingrained,
do not torture me with philosophy
in a grainy vision because I have seen
Doug be vapor and dust in my dreams

Like the carpenter at the gallows
I am covered in saw dust from
what I envisioned and help build:
the scaffolding of a just war,
a self-defense, but

even a just war
kills lovers and friends, no
fiends and lovers, no
me and Doug in the end, then

torture me not with philosophy;
vapor and dust have no patron, and
I am no bigger than a grain of salt.

I’m not even a pebble to toss in the lake,
not a ripple of laughter we made once.

I’m drowning and must reach for my annihilation.
This forbidden Acacizg will end me.

— Zawmb’yee Nuje