bless me for i have sinned….

forgive me for i have sinned

yesterday
i committed
a cardinal sin
no
not one
of
the biblical ones
but
i
went tromping through
aunt bea’s
backdoor
without noticing
she’d just mopped
now
for most
of you
that’s no big deal
but
if you’ve
spent a number
of years
cleaning house
for
other folks
it’s
a big deal
her
raised eyebrow
and
crooked smile
was my
first warning
followed
by this verbal shot
across my bow
aunt bea
said
i do love
when you come
to visit
it shows
you care
however
caring
and
respecting
are on the same side
of life’s coin
respecting
the little things
speaks volumes
it says
you appreciate
not only
past contributions
but also
what
one is attempting
to do today
to maintain
a sense of dignity
it could be
that they
continue to put on makeup
wear pantyhose
or
just
mop their floor
whatever
it is
make sure
you look
carefully
before
entering
another’s home
physically
or
verbally

ethic war drums…

and again
the night is violated
with the sounds
of metal on bones
and the hushing of a mother
to a child
and again
a child’s tears
are used to wash
the fabric of hate
soaked with the blood
of intolerance
and again
the streets are red
and full of vomit
of political rhetoric
casting flames of death
upon another land
and again
a child’s blood is drank
from the unholy grail
of self-righteousness
by the light of a human bonfire
with devilish
merriment
and again
faceless images
fade into the night
trampling small bodies
and looting all dignity
from the shallow graves
of a nation’s respect
and again
and again
without
end

war remnants…

his matted graying dreadlocks
stream from his pitted memories of war
flowing over shoulders once adorned
with stars and stripes
now hosting only the ghost of yesterday’s meal
served by some holy roller kitchen
where would-be-saints
dish out equal servings of pious gruel
with side dishes of soul cooking
trying to save a soul
that has long vacated the premises
evicted by the good citizens of oz
for failing to whistle a happy tune
while scavenging the streets for dignity
or just some remnant of self