selective blindness…

outside post office
holding a sign and a child
no one reads the sign
no one even turns a head
nation refuses to see

 

urban archaeology….

 

graves emptied
of
promises
now
hold the remains
of
beliefs
their flesh
of
hope
eaten away
by
political curs
leaving
bare bones
of
reality
to await
some
future
archaeologist
who will
speculate
on
the rituals
that
lead to
their
barbaric sacrifice
and
burial
in the name
of
some
unknown
demigod
a demigod
like
all demigods
whose
name
is
forgotten
ten minutes
after
death
but
without
precise data
contrived theories
will no doubt
lead
to
tenure

 

the grim count…

 

scrape the surface
of
ancient layers
of
life’s mud
and then
clear away
broken remnants
of history
from
hope’s vacant lot
a lot
strewn
with
the trash
of
shredded lies
and
uncover
the specter
of
mass murder
human
sacrifices
children
buried
in shallow graves
violent
sacrifices
to
an array
of
gods
gods
all
cast
in the image
of
those
who declare
that
their
god
is
the
only
true god
gods
that are
wrapped
in
patriotic
or
religious
flags
godly causes
less
than divine
and
perhaps
more
commercial
or
ego based
thus
one must
gently brush away
the loose sand
of
alibis
to
expose
the skeletal remains
hidden in
the mass burial sites
sites
in
palestine
yemen
sudan
and
along
the
american border
where
one sees
the splayed
bodies
of
children
victims
offered
in
carefully orchestrated
acts
of
ritual sacrifice
to
appease
human greed

 

a new year’s eve toast…

 

here’s a toast to friends
the ones that death has taken
just as wine warms souls
you’ve warmed the days of many
so may peace be what you’ve found

 

ain’t no big thing but it’s something…

 

i should have been
surprised
but
wasn’t
when
i saw
the brown bag prophet
folding
christmas cards
into
paper airplanes
for
some reason
i
suspected
that would be
representative
of
his attitude
towards
such
a commercial
holiday
what surprised me
was
that
he was singing
christmas carols
as
he folded
so
i was once again
compelled
to
ask
what he was doing
and
why
the prophet said
i’m making
you’re loved cards
to
send over
the wall
of
hate and ignorance
at
the border
they’re
for
all souls
women
men
parents and children
who’ve been
brutalized
raped
then
demonized
for
political reasons
by
the soulless
so
i sat down
with
the prophet
and
began
folding

 

new zealand viewpoint #2…

 

make no mistake friend
there will be no surrender
in her eyes or soul
she defiantly staring
into the future she sees