death certificate requirement…

death certificate requirement

as we cycled by
a corpse
had been placed
by
the side of the road
it needed to
be counted
by
an official
who
could not
arrive
today
so
the body
was placed outside
of
the village
that
would facilitate
the count
tomorrow
since
the official
could
just drive by
to enter it
into
the records
then
the body
could be buried
afterwards
that
reminded me
of
how we vote
in this country
placing the body
of
freedom
on the side of
the road
of
personal gain
not realizing
our children
will have
to
bury the body

providence…

child solitary soul confinement

it’s just a question
one that
keeps me awake
at
night
many
have asked
and
i suspect
many more
will ask
over
the centuries
to come
if there is indeed
a merciful god
why
isn’t there
divine intervention
to
protect
innocent children
from
the cruelty
of
mankind
oh
that free ticket
into
heaven’s a nice
consolation prize
but
wouldn’t it be better
to
give them
a chance
at
life

diversionary tactic…

diversionary tactic

the numbers we use
can conceal horrific facts
like deaths per thousand
but it’s different if we say
a child is shot every hour
in this right to life nation

 

 

fantasied conversations…

fantasied conversations

not even
dawn
yet
and
there
they go
again 
those
conversations
between
the two of us
that
won’t
ever happen
the ones
where
i get to tell
my side
of
the story
oh
that’s not
the
fantasy
the real
unbelievable bit
is
that
you
actually
listened
in
the dream

 

 

a simple choice…

a simple choice

if we gather up
all
the helpless children
of
the world
and
place
their starving bodies
into
a pit
telling you
that
only a handful
can be saved
then
ask you
who shall we save
most
of you
would choose
the ones
that
look
the most
like you
some of you
will
protest
and
declare that
you
would save
a broad spectrum
of
children
not dependent
upon
race
but
look into that pit again
stare
into those
sad emaciated eyes
tears dried on skin
and tell me again
skin
would not be considered

insufficient for purpose…

insufficient for purpose

ain’t got
no fancy
iambic pentameter
to wrap around
my words
nor
sweet rhythms
to conceal
the crimes
of our time
no metaphors
for the sounds
of bullets
ripping
the flesh
of children
huddled with fear
in their classrooms
can’t find
an anonomatopoeia way
to say
the gun lobby
is french kissing
dollars
into the mouths
of senators
so they’ll
turn a blind eye
to the streets and classrooms
flowing
with innocent blood
but they ain’t
the only ones
refusing to see
that racism
defines this nation
and perhaps
the entire white world
for tears are shed
when ukrainian children die
but not even a sigh
is heard
when children starve
to death
in africa and bangladesh
or
children are struck down
by an israeli drone
there’s no fixed meter
that can convey
the absolute sadness
of parents
with their child’s death
no poet can ever
capture the emotions
for such an event
we merely stutter
our thoughts in words
onto the page
hoping to express
our personal rage
at the inhumanity
of mankind

another child’s grave…

another child's grave

tragic events
always
seem
to bring out
the
comparisons
how tough
things
were before
or
how good
someone
has it now
but
when it strikes
a child
we
retreat from
our
usual
self-pity dialogues
and
question
life’s fairness
we compare
our
childhood
with
the one
this child
will
never have
asking
why
what has this child done
that
all of heaven
has
forsaken them
there’s
never
a suitable answer
just
the old
god
works in mysterious ways
or
it’s his will
neither
ever addresses
the real question
why a child
and
not those
who brought
about
the child’s death