resurrection deferred…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2012

arctic winds
blow snow
sideways
across
nebraska roads
like fine desert sand
blinding all
to her body
naked
on a mound
stained with blood
another sacrificial lamb
her mouth
now frozen
into a plea
for help
but none
came
nothing
remains here
but signs
of her fear
fingers
buried deep
into the snow
icicle tears
in each eye
eyes
that prayed
to god
a god
she had known
and loved
but
must have had
another appointment
she
would have
understood
such
was the depth
of her love
but
not
mine

 

judas is alive and well…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2012

tar
dark
thick slug
flammable
once used
with feathers
as a means of controlling
a freed race
now used
without feathers
as a means of controlling
fears of joblessness
tar sand
the new saviour
answer
to job lines
but
lines only
the pockets
of societal
traitors

leave the damn sand hills alone…

image copyright Kenneth Dewy

now
i must make
a disclosure
i lived in
and
love
nebraska
so my feelings
about tar sand
may be viewed
as a little biased
but
i’m not getting paid
to say what i say
like a certain blond
i saw recently
on my computer screen
expounding upon
how
improved national security
and
jobs galore
would be pouring
into the country
because of our good neighbor
to the north
she was obviously
not from nebraska
where common sense
is prerequisite for existence
since she failed
to discuss
all the
advantages
from leaks
in the transcanada pipeline
for example
she didn’t talk
about the cheap fuel
that would be readily
available from
every drinking water tap
nor the preoiled critters
that would be available
at meal time
thus
saving a preparation step
no
she just
rambled on into
the abyss
of marketing greed
leaving me
with a mouthful
of oily canada sand

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/