osmosis…

osmosis

death
has no memory
so
victims
become
murders
killing in the same way
as
their own martyrs
were
slaughtered
and
for 
the same reasons
oppression
to gain advantage
and
to rule others
someone
must
always
be underfoot
to
support
the weight
of
man’s madness

ecosystem stability….

ecosystem stability

hear we go again
heavy rains
of
concern
over
the middle east
and
africa
while winds
of
sanctions
are
diverted
by
a front
of
political denial
protecting
the state
of
israel
while
the downpour
of
missiles
created
a flood
of
funerals
in
the gaza strip
but
not too worry
the
un has promised
a
full analysis
of
death’s winds
so
rest assured
there’s
nothing going
to
be
done
but
you may experience
once again
a cold hail
of
emotional trauma
but
by now
you
should
be
climatized
to
that
as for
the forecast
more
of
the same patterns
of
social injustice
worldwide

go ahead and savor it…

game day

i hear children
though
i can’t see
their faces
and
wouldn’t
know their names
if
i could
but
i can hear
laughter
laughter
full of childish dreams
and
expressions
of
universal hope
but
there will be
no
fulfillment
for
these children
must die
the land
upon which
they stand
is
the contested
promised land
where
one
can find
great happiness
well
not these children
they’re
sort of in the way
of
other’s dreams
but
if you’d like
you could
enjoy their laughter
before
their screams

 

 

vessel…

these are not
my emotions
this anger
and fear
is older than
my years
upon this earth
it is the taste
of dried blood
and the dust
of those once
enslaved
freed by death
to wander with
whatever winds
reach into soul
to reanimate
their words
so their sorrow
and stories
can be retold
these are not
my words
so expect
no apologies
or
absolution
of social sins
the dead
cannot make
such offerings
to the living
they can only
recall the sins
you’ve lived
and
the pain
you’ve bestowed

university dining…

the chocolate
gingerbread man’s
decorated
with
just enough
white frosting
to
fit in well
for
the private feast
served
on
white plates
never
part of
the main meal
just a bit
of
table ornamentation
more like
a part
of
the table service
with limited
utility
in the eyes
of
the users
needless
to say
the wear and tear
gradually
breaks off
parts
and
so
soon
even
the memory
of
that time
together
is
lost

 

other people’s problems…

their tears and sadness
should not disturb your night’s sleep
sounds outside your door
should be ignored but you might
have to lock doors tomorrow

 

incantation to the dead…

child
there ain’t
no use
talking to the dead
your
calling upon
them
to
help the living
just
ain’t got a chance
in
hell
of changing a damn thing
do you
really
believe
they care
whether
or
not
a child goes to bed hungery
or
some common man
gets
evicted from his home
cause
he can’t pay the rent
or
whether
or
not
some working person
loses their job
and
can afford to meet
their family’s
most
basic needs
hell
you better take
a closer look
those bodies
you see seated
are
mere apparitions
of
what
might
have been
alive
once
but now
they just occupy
a senate seat

 

small seeds of life’s fortune…

penny found on street
a lost soul without a home
deemed worthless by most
no one bends to pick it up
life’s true fortune cast aside