whisper those night words
words of your unending love
let me dream again
relationships
national derailments…
aunt bea
was preparing dinner
when
i stopped by
this evening
she was listening
to
a npr program
about
washington
i told her
i personally
had been
having
difficulty
listening to anything
regarding
the new
washington
blowhard
and
got a rather
sick feeling
even when
his name
was mentioned
i said
to aunt bea
how can you listen to that stuff
she smiled
and
said
there’s an old
trinidadian
saying
the whistle don’t pull the train
forged in fire…
ancient olive tree
planted by the hands of god
man has cut you down
to fuel fires of hubris wars
forging hate’s eternal ring
an unhinged treasure…
the old door’s now gone
for years kept out the cold winds
sorely missed these days
barriers # 3…
walls of sharp silence
surround their conversations
protecting their doubts
barriers #2…
without one word aired
the volley of cold stares said
impenetrable
barriers…
no need for brick walls
fear and ignorance suffice
to hold out the truth
