An organ shaped swimming pool full of raw chicken livers
and a high dive with a poet perched but not yet a whimper,
as those on that famous high dive at the sports complex
on a hill above Kabul. When the Taliban retook the city
they used that Russian built pool, emptied, to test the
guilt and innocence of those accused of apostasy. After being
pushed from the high dive the accused was examined. If alive,
he was innocent but broken. All the dead were guilty.
The accused, guilty of cliché and banality, protests his innocence
to the auto mechanic and social worker assigned his case, but his
protestations are worse than his verse, godawfully sincere, tortured
and utterly sucked dry of da zap. Just, merciless, they give him
the shove. Towards the dark red mud of liver pool he plunges,
condemned by his crippled lyrics to see-KO-tee suffocation.
Lungs full of offal muck his world closes down, yet, if he rises
to the surface, his verse will be considered for rehabilitation.
29 December 2013
 Upon hearing that a literary critic had declared that 90% of science fiction was crap, the acclaimed science fiction writer Theodore Sturgeon famously replied, “Ninety percent of everything is crap.”
 Liver in Greek phonetics.