buried treasures…

buried treasures

the student asked
bapa dola
why he seemed
so serious and sad
when the wealthy overlords
came to see him
bapa dola
said
it is best
to let some people
assume
you are unhappy
since
the thief
rarely seeks
to steal
from the beggar

euraquilo…

euraquilo

a prayer
for help
whispered
with a single breath
that stirs nothing
in the night
family prayers
for peace
in a rural village
a gentle breeze
that rustles
the dry leaves of hope
prayers
for a nation
to no longer serve
the gods of war
and greed
angry winds swirling
like a desert sand storm
sealing the graves of those
who seek to profit
from death

fool’s gold…

fool's gold

a young apprentice listened
to an old man
holding a stone
polished by the sea
who proclaimed
he had found
the jewel
he had
always sought
after the old man left
the student said
to bapa dola
that the man
must be a fool
to see such value
in a stone
but
bapa dola
said
he has found
his jewel
and
his life quest
has ended
you however
have none
and
have but
just
begun

grandmother’s fourth of july…

grandmother's fourth of july

old photos
on an oak chest
a family reunion
like every 4th of july
when grandmother
expected all her children
to join together
at walnut creek
to celebrate
family
and
survival
a picnic lunch
prepared by her
fourteen children
uncles
and
aunts
all assigned
to bring
enough food
for a small army
of
husbands
wives
and
grandchildren
a scouting party
was always
sent out in advance
to claim
the best shady spot
since
other clans
met there that day
with
each race
in separate areas
of the park
there
were
of course
explosions
emotional
as well as
fireworks
before the day
was done
some relatives swearing
never to return
but
always arriving
the next year
but when
grandmother died
so too
did the drive
for reunions
and soon
just as these old photos
will be placed in a box
for a yard sale
or
just tossed away
the reunions
were forgotten

do something…

do something

we
young
knowing death
hearing it
splash through
rice paddies
smelling
its agent orange breath
in the lungs
of friends
as we put them
to rest
we marched
placed flowers
in guardsmen’s guns
were gassed
beaten
shot
and you
say
we should’ve
done something
i say
you don’t
know
jack

winter without end…

winter without end

every year
cold winds blow
the leaves fall
ground to dust
calls for help
women stoned
children raped
old banished
every month
cold winds blow
the leaves fall
ground to dust
war ends not
profits made
the rich eat
the poor starve
every day
cold winds blow
the leaves fall
ground to dust
calls to prayer
righteous war
soldiers die
children die
each minute
cold winds blow
the leaves fall
ground to dust

underwear for illegals…

underwear for illegals

aunt bea
said
honey
i now have
heard
it all
there’s
these
people
who want
you
to send
your dirty underwear
to
the president
congress
and
those poor children
held
in detention centers
to
demonstrate
your
discontent
with
immigration policies
child
my mother
always
said
not
to air your
dirty underwear
in public
and
as far
as
i
can tell
those
folks
in washington
already
have
more than
enough
dirty underwear

when the dead fall from the sky…

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bapa dola
said
years ago
my teacher
told me
of a prophecy
which many
in the village
will find hard
to believe
but
one day
wealthy merchants
will desert the earth
seeking escape
the hell
they have created
once gone
a few wise men
will discover
the secret
of life eternal
death
will be no more
and
the same of war
but
on a day
of spring tides
the old merchants
will fall from the sky
their bodies
in a metal tomb

inoculation refusal…

inoculation refusal

your faith decision
has bled the life of a child
tis murder most foul