cornered,
captured,
killed,
the eccentric cassowary,
by vicious dogs,
was
dismembered,
decapitated,
devoured.
distantly,
approvingly,
conveniently
the man observed:
dogs hunt;
God's Green Fingers
Would it be so wrong to think of God,
again, in physical terms,
like of old?
Today, a little girl
with still new steps pranced with a
confident unassured gait back and forth
between a concrete sidewalk and
grass. And though those hired to
try to tame Earth’s green growth
to appropriate a contrived commercial
scape had obviously recently been there,
the freedom in the child drew her
to God’s small, manicured, fingers,
even as her cultured mother tried to keep her
on a fabricated foundation.
But God’s hands were still reaching,
even if they would leave a reminding
itch upon her knees should she have
fallen, even though the green grass
drew the girl into the sun, its burning
light, threatening to blemish,
as her worried mother feared, her
smooth, pale skin, plump cheeks,
with the heat of red life.
again, in physical terms,
like of old?
Today, a little girl
with still new steps pranced with a
confident unassured gait back and forth
between a concrete sidewalk and
grass. And though those hired to
try to tame Earth’s green growth
to appropriate a contrived commercial
scape had obviously recently been there,
the freedom in the child drew her
to God’s small, manicured, fingers,
even as her cultured mother tried to keep her
on a fabricated foundation.
But God’s hands were still reaching,
even if they would leave a reminding
itch upon her knees should she have
fallen, even though the green grass
drew the girl into the sun, its burning
light, threatening to blemish,
as her worried mother feared, her
smooth, pale skin, plump cheeks,
with the heat of red life.
Comfort, Comfort
Comfort, comfort
My people
I have killed your fathers
I have sullied your daughters
Only because I love
My people
Comfort, comfort
The nations
To you who are thirsty
To you who hunger now
The meek shall inherit
My patience
Comfort, comfort
My son
You who are lost inside
You who believe just to survive
I will raise the dead when
I’m done
offering comfort.
My people
I have killed your fathers
I have sullied your daughters
Only because I love
My people
Comfort, comfort
The nations
To you who are thirsty
To you who hunger now
The meek shall inherit
My patience
Comfort, comfort
My son
You who are lost inside
You who believe just to survive
I will raise the dead when
I’m done
offering comfort.
What There Is
There is a young lady learning
There is a woman pining
There is a man reaching
There is a fetus squirming
There is an old man dying
To remember
There is a desert waiting
There is an economy crashing
There is a barrio hurting
There is an ocean sinking
There is a flower blooming
In December
There is a woman pining
There is a man reaching
There is a fetus squirming
There is an old man dying
To remember
There is a desert waiting
There is an economy crashing
There is a barrio hurting
There is an ocean sinking
There is a flower blooming
In December
On the Occasion of Albatross
a bird with a belly full of plastic;
such a small price to pay
for the refreshing taste of battery acid.
but we do have domain over
lesser life forms, don't we?
and global warming and going green were
made up by the devil.
by the devil.
we must never fall prey to the gospel of green,
though we're perfectly complacent
to follow another gospel of green.
make no mistake,
make no mistake.
there is a price on everything;
economic evolution,
survival of the richest.
yeah, that'll preach.
it's such a shame
that you can't afford
a place to sleep (come all ye weary)
and food to eat (we'll break bread)
or medicine.
...but hey, I don't want to wait in line
so here is a dollar
go buy a bottle,
such a small price to pay
for a bird with a belly full of plastic.
Measure
Words are good for nothing
unless they too can be spoken
with hands. Hands are good
when they touch with
mindfulness and concern,
responsibility. A loaf of bread
with too much water is
likely to not rise as much as
one hoped it would. So too
words unmeasured are flat
and depreciating, mere empty
phrasings to pass some time
on the way to dispassionate
gain. And if I do not seek to
reach out after this consideration,
again another has said nothing
with as many words.
m words
the misoneism
of the machine
is masquerading
as a malediction
of the maleficent,
little do they know
i have loose morals.
