the grim count…

 

scrape the surface
of
ancient layers
of
life’s mud
and then
clear away
broken remnants
of history
from
hope’s vacant lot
a lot
strewn
with
the trash
of
shredded lies
and
uncover
the specter
of
mass murder
human
sacrifices
children
buried
in shallow graves
violent
sacrifices
to
an array
of
gods
gods
all
cast
in the image
of
those
who declare
that
their
god
is
the
only
true god
gods
that are
wrapped
in
patriotic
or
religious
flags
godly causes
less
than divine
and
perhaps
more
commercial
or
ego based
thus
one must
gently brush away
the loose sand
of
alibis
to
expose
the skeletal remains
hidden in
the mass burial sites
sites
in
palestine
yemen
sudan
and
along
the
american border
where
one sees
the splayed
bodies
of
children
victims
offered
in
carefully orchestrated
acts
of
ritual sacrifice
to
appease
human greed

 

requiems in the sand…

 

i’ve started writing
my new poems on the beach
words briefly exist
like the lives of those they speak
voiceless souls trapped in man’s games

 

before their prayers…

 

on a day
with
gathering clouds
those who wore
the mantle of power
chiefs and priests
in
full regalia
climbed
the temple stairs
to speak
to the gods
seeking guidance
for
in their lust
for
life’s treasures
this
chamber of deputies
had lost
the vision
the gods
had bestowed
upon them
when
they reached
the summit
and
stared down
upon the people
that they
had sworn
to serve
as well as
their
future generations
they saw
the underworld
consume
all
who awaited them

 

prime time tv deity…

 

like those
who built
the tower
of
babel
he wants
to
build
a wall
not to reach
god
but
to
become
god
his wall’s
to
be built
from
the ground bones
of
freedom
mortared
with the blood
of
children
children
crushed
by
the weight
of
intolerance
and
ignorance
this monument
to
his pride
will assure
that
those
in this nation
will
never
understand others
in
the world
and surely
his
wall
will scatter
hatred
and
inhumanity

 

climate change too…

 

if the venom
from
their mouths
sends
spirals
of
hateful spray
into
the face
of
your day
honey
just
live with it
live with it
as
they have lived
with
the degradation
of
just being
born
born
to
live out
that
prayerful motto
there
for
the grace
of
god
go i
they’re
the folks
on
the world’s
lowest
social rungs
called
by
many names
but
each name
is
anchored
in
fear
the fear
that
one day
they’ll
say
no more
and
just
leave
leaving
you
on
the
lowest rung