Everything they touch turns to rubble

Raymond Nat Turner, BAR poet-in-residence

11 Mar 2026

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Smoke rises in Caracas, Venezuela on January 3, 2026 following a US bombing campaign. Photo via X

Saddest symphony on Earth. Trembling notes, harrowing screams, wails,
moans. Same timbre, same tones. Same saline Palestine tears as Sudan.
Same as Ukraine, Lebanon, Venezuela, Iran. Same 1% at war with
workers of the world — and Everything they touch turns to rubble

Tiny backpacks, bloody body parts litter pulverized apartment and charred-
car streets. Stolen lives litter flattened hospitals and schools. Litter crimson
coffee shop floors. Litter blackened fields of vaporized crops.
Everything they touch turns to rubble

They bomb, they strut. They prance and ‘dance,’ and bomb and bomb again.
Their lucrative explosions silence music of whining saws, pounding hammers
raising roofs to house the unhoused. While abroad they shout, “stay sheltered!”
Everything they touch turns to rubble

High off homeland invasion hubris, hostile takeovers weeks before, they
dream of easy money. Quick work of a weekend war. But weekend morphs
into weeks. And weeks into months. And months into the longest leanest years.
Everything they touch turns to rubble

Pyrite wrecking balls revolving around orange planet, Pedophilia. ‘Round its Epstein
news cycles. ‘Round its smell of death, scent of sulphur, white phosphorus fragrance
anointing them. They send holy warriors to strike Saturdays, Sundays and holidays; and
Everything they touch turns to rubble

They strike when Essential Workers catch fleeting winks on speeding trains roaring
beneath snoring cities. When countrymen and women dreaming of better worlds are
not yet woke. Cruel Reich Cult strikes under cover of darkness over and over again
Everything they touch turns to rubble

Cruel Reich Cult strikes weekends when working ones double over panting,
catching blitzkrieg breaths. Or meditate, chant, or pray protecting their souls,
spirits and minds from repeated trauma of terrorist Psy-Ops on our damn dime.
Everything they touch turns to rubble

Body count from One Big Beautiful Bank Job. Wreckage, wake of DOGE:
Department Of Grifter Enrichment. Frozen, drowned, burned bodies pile up at
feet of foolish climate deniers; with roadkill credited to Mengele medicine men
Everything they touch turns to rubble

J6 white supremacists storming Capitalist Hill, ransacking offices, shitting in its halls —
ugly omen — foreshadowed shredded social safety net. Scuttled science and education.
War House-Offal Office grifted in gold. Kennedy Center shuttered; Bill Of Rights redacted.
Everything they touch turns to rubble

Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet, BAR's Poet-in-Residence, and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC. You can vote for his work at GoFundMe and PayPal.

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