when the stage is empty…

when the time comes

soon
i’ll walk
onto
an emptied
stage
all
the props
of
life
will be gone
all
that will remain
is
my final
fool’s soliloquy
before
the house lights
fade
to
the black
void
my final line
death
renders
us all
fools

like black elk…

crazy old woman001

all of my beliefs
all my passionate moments
gone from existence

 

 

epilogue..

epilogue

the stage
is empty
as black elk
speaks
his final lines
all that was sacred
has been torn away
only
barren land remains
but
we must rewrite
the final scene
for now
even the land
is being raped
for profit
dug up
to bury
liquid poison
near the unmarked graves
of ancestors
ancestors
whose spirits
are in the land
and
the waters
that flow
beneath our feet
and so
we must paint
our faces
once again
and
mount a battle
to save
the very stage
we stand upon

he ain’t gonna change…

i have been watching that old nebraska farmer for years
that old man ain’t gonna change
hell 
when i said that there’s a stop sign on that corner now
he said
i was here before the stop sign
his whole existence  reminds me of black elk speaks
and if you ain’t read it
get on the web honey
cuz i ain’t got time to walk you through it
just trust me
it’s worth the time
anyway
as i was saying
this old fool keeps doing
the same old thing
like he was part of the federal government
each year we have a drought
each year he digs the well deeper
like he was borrowing money for a war
from some foreign government
just to keep his hemp crop growing
well i tried to tell him
hemp ain’t used for rope no more
but he won’t listen
and he just keeps digging the well deeper
making a hemp ladder to get him to the bottom of the well
and when the feds showed up
to talk to him
well
he was gone
i saw a hemp rope at the well
and a hell of-a-lot of smoke
but it’s none of my business
cuz
things gotta change

This poem was inspired by John at http://everchangingperspective.wordpress.com/