in the end…

of the empty space,where the stump of the willow,buried by grief, testifies!where the old galvanized tub,wanders from yard sale to neglect;where the old Ford with mismatched tires,sleeps in the indignity of crushed.where the outhouse walls,scorched by time’s fires,lies strewn, charred by random fate.where the cry of wetness,trapped by the urn,awaits ash and stardust.where the manger…

in spite of all ourmistakes, misgivings, and failures…in spite of all the wrong actionswe’ve taken for all the wrong reasons…in spite of all the timeswe’ve let humanity down…i know and believeeven on the darkest of nights…there’s a fire that burns pureas the light from the stars…that holds infinity in every spark;that warms the feet of…

the cobwebs.staring blindly around the kitchen,nothing seemed real,nothing made sense.late notices, disconnection notices,eviction notice walls of paperfalling in.children fighting over nothing,or something, what the hell!woman staring blankly at the tv.she hadnt seen him in years.invisible, untouchable, alone.alone till it stank,like dried vomit in the heat.he couldnt remember, couldnt evenremember what or why or when.and the…

walk a hollow pathwith hollow hearts.speaking often, never talking.listening, but never hearing.touching, but never feeling.inhaling, but never exhaling.with nothing behind theirhollow eyes…. insulated,burning nuclear fuelin a carbon world…an ingrown toenailon the foot…of an angry God!the hollow ones…

bombs keep falling overseas.the homeless still cry out,the hungry stare…and the feeble old manstill needs help…the air’s filled with carbon,the oceans’ filled with oil.corporate America keeps leeching,and the rich pay no taxes….the politicians keep lying,and the preachers sell eternity.if it wasnt for all of this…i’d put up the sign:GONE FISHING!

when you look at your neighbor,and see god…when you look at god,and see yourself…then, you finally know!