outsourcing…

sunken eyes
blackened with fear
flesh
stretched tight
over
a fractured skeleton
a framework of despair
too weakened to move

or
swish away flies
flies
on
unattended sores
festering wounds
of
war
war for
computer chips
or
more precisely
the resources needed
to
manufacture chips
precious semiconductors
necessary
for

calling out
for
pizza
or
chatting
with
unknown friends
who’ve
been befriended
but
not one call
to
this child

 

 

reopening america’s schools…

small
and
insignificant child
you
will be
canonized
some day
as
you
and
your peers
those
unwitting martyrs
to
the cause
of
the global economy
go back
to
school
so
your
parents
can
go back
to work
your deaths
will be
for
the greater good
of
the profit margin
and
the president’s
re-election campaign
as well as

bolstering
his
ego

 

the book of dying 1:3…

as children died women cried out
these are children born from us
god charged us protect each one
but your greed sears their flesh

 

 

 

 

 

 

the book of dying 1:2…

children died first with death’s arrival
ignored by men who fought wars
wars for gold measure of status
a world status nothing but vapor

 

monitoring the situation…

brunch new york cafe
un officials discuss
ground level zero
all the world’s dying children
until the poached eggs arrive

 

until they fall down…

cite no more prayers
for war’s dying children but
trumpet your anger
into the ears of warlords
bring down greed’s jericho walls

 

underneath the christmas lights…

narrowing ally
burnt out lights hide the way out
death’s smell fills the air
hopes for christmas day are lost
with the cries of incoming

 

request…

i’m not certain
which
deity
is going
to
respond
and
i
honestly
don’t
care
i’d just
like
for once
to
have
a
response
so
here we go
dear
what’s your name
i
would like
to
request
an
end
to the senseless slaughter
of
children
if
grownups
want
to wipe each other
off
the face
of
the planet
then
let it be
but
raping the life breath
from
children
should be
banned
by
you
dear
fill-in-the-blank deity
a
gender
neutral
title
and
honorific
implied
you
needn’t
respond
directly to me
i’m
not
a priest
or
particularly wise man
just
a concerned
citizen

 

having lost my voice…

what prayers
should
be said
to wash away
the
blood stains
from
a child’s clothes
and
will those same prayers
breathe life
into
lifeless forms
forms
broken
from
life’s mosaic
by
brutal blows
from
human greed
a greed
making
void
prayers
that
a child
once again
can
feel
a parent’s touch
and
giggle with joy
over
simple songs
sung
as
night
embraces
consciousnesses
what
celestial words
will be heard
by
the gods
to end
these
nightmares
called
war