be not dismayed whate’er betide…

 

i had
to take
aunt bea
to her cousin’s house
to discuss
some family business
en route
i bent
her ear
about
my discouragement
with
what’s been happening
throughout
our nation
how
i was
starting
to feel
like
just withdrawing
from
all the battles
i
continued
in that vein
until
we had to cross over
an old rusty
and
wood-planked bridge
the kind
that
terrified me
as a child
aunt bea
giggled
as she watched
my face
guess i didn’t
hide my
terror
too well
aunt bea
said
i still recall
when
you and your cousin
would cross over
the river train trestle
to get
to that
good
fishing hole
near
your grandmother’s house
you
never admitted
to your cousin ronnie
that
you were
scared to death
not only
of
drowning
in the river below
but
of being crushed
by
a passing freight train
but
the fishing
was good
so
you
soldiered on
it was
without doubt
a classic
approach-avoidance situation
and
although
at this point
in our nation’s history
we’d love to
avoid the unpleasantries
but

we still must cross
the bridge
to
the future
where
the fishing
will be
good

 

murder most foul…

father’s suicide
when family’s torn from his arms
happy father’s day
how strange and unnatural
this great nation has become

 

get on board…

a choir
from
a local church
was
singing
in the park
and
one of the songs
they sang
was
the freedom train
since
the brown bag prophet
was in attendance
i asked him
what he thought
of
that particular song
the prophet
said
there ain’t no
freedom train
it’s
a merry-go-round
moving
so damn slow
that
by the time
you’re aware
you’ve gone
in
a circle
you’re
dead
or
dying

 

no way out…

to keep
the beast
contained
he carefully
designed
the box
its frame
was nailed
with
solid planks
of
oak
stronger
than
human hate
each plank
was
nailed
with
fear
from
the inside
to
prevent
the beast
from
pushing
the panels
out
and when
man
constructed
and
tested
the design
it
worked