till all was lost
except the memory of you.
even the world anew,
born with an ache,
and an absence of heart,
that dawn could not heal.
among the ruins and the rubble,
a solitary flower bloomed.
while the dogs of desire sniffed,
never picking up a scent!
even the walls of the cave,
mumbled prayers in a whisper…
and god wept,
while ants marched to destruction!
gnarled and bent old limbs,cursed with fears inbred….where black folks hung for being black,and later, white folks for standing beside…‘holy’ hatreds spat, crackling in the fires;acts too horrid for the light of day,and the lonesome cry of the night,testifying against….now the hanging tree takes different forms…poverty, crack cocaine, trailer tub meth…young girls put out on…
the touch, the pain,the edge of the wheel.the color of the wind,the name of the rain.the groan of mountains,the call of the winding river.the hands, the eyes,the words beneath words.the work, the sweat,and the evening fire!
that burns away doubt!
involves… taking on the mantleof responsibility, removing theblinders from our eyes, rollingup our sleeves, and getting tothe work.those who hesitate, lose! thosewho believe, act! those who act,do so out of love!
demanding both faces and names!
the name of freedom…we assure him that God ison his side.and he goes and kills andcommits atrocious acts ofviolence…and the defense contractsgrow, we secure more oil…the war machine feeds itself!this young man comes home to no job,no real future, limited benefits,and pretty much no help.and he has to try to sleep atnight, hearing the cries…
