Start with an empty canvas
Sketch in broad outline the forms of
men women and children
Dip into the unconsciousness well of your own
disowned darkness
with a wide brush and
strain the strangers with the sinister hue
of the shadow
Trace onto the face of the enemy the greed,
Hatred, carelessness you dare not claim as
Your own
Obscure the sweet individuality of each face
Erase all hints of the myriad loves, hopes,
fears that play through the kaleidoscope of
every infinite heart
Twist the smile until it forms the downward
arc of cruelty
Strip flesh from bone until only the
abstract skeleton of death remains
Exaggerate each feature until man is
metamorphosed into beast, vermin, insect
Fill in the background with malignant
figures from ancient nightmares – devils,
demons, myrmidons of evil
When your icon of the enemy is complete
you will be able to kill without guilt,
slaughter without shame
The thing you destroy will have become
merely an enemy of God, an impediment
to the secret dialectic of history
from Faces of the Enemy
by Sam Keen