denial of climate change…

 

i’ve
begun
to wonder
if
blindness
is acquired
after living
in
the light
too
long
the question
was
perhaps
engendered by
all
the dark days
with
rain
we’ve
been having
i’ve noticed
how
even
the slightest
ray
of
sunlight
can become
overwhelming
when
one’s eyes
have
become
accustomed
to
the darkness
and
how
the sound
of
rain
like the voices
of
dying children
soon
become
all too
familiar
how
small
pained faces
become
blurred
behind
a fog
of lies
and then
invisible
in the darkness
as
if
they don’t exist
i suppose
you could
call it
a blindness
of
sorts
or
just denial
after
a
brief period
of
true
democracy

 

pay-for-slay…

 

the brown bag prophet
was holding up
a sign
that said
let’s do pay-for-slay too
and yes
once again
i was compelled
to
inquire
why
the prophet said
well
we give billions
to
israel
and
other countries
so
if we really want
the killing
to
stop
we’ll deduct
from
those funds
for
each
innocent life
taken
of course
given
the number of deaths
already this year
some countries
will owe
us
money

 

non sequitur…

 

sorry
to
disturb your ranting
about
what i
wasn’t
paying attention to
but
i did want
to
slip in
that
your replacement
at
life’s table
is
alive
and
well
and well
honestly
ready to take
your
place
but
do
carry on
just
don’t
believe
that
you
will

 

migrant caravan…

 

it was
clearly
his grave
his name
was
properly inscribed
upon
the stone
denoting
this
was
indeed
his property
and
person
as for
the need
of
an archeologist
to
confirm
the obvious
it
was
not doubt
the appalling
result
of
technology
and
the need
for
an extended
runway
at
the airport
in other words
the
living’s need
for
a clear
conscious
when
disrupting
what
had previously
been called
his
final resting place
now
he’ll
either
be moved
to
the basement
of
a museum
or
transferred
to
a low rent district
for
reburial
in
a new
final resting place
well
until
the airport
needs
more space

 

cross-examination…

 

the chalice was filled
with the warm blood of children
during morning prayers
for they were non-believers
non-believers in your god
your god’s the true one
but does your god fear children
are not divine words
enough to sway young minds or
are you the non-believer

 

the moth hole…

 

a small
irregular hole
in
the pocket
of
an old cardigan
five neat buttons
adorn
the front
buttons
handled
by
two generations
of
doctors
in this village
so
such a small hole
would be expected
after
almost
two lifetimes
but
not the one
in the back
the one
left by
a government soldier’s
bullet