Merry Christmas

weeps with empty fullness.my heart does not speak to me,we walk in silence…veterans of wars you cant imagine,returning to homeless streets.and the bodies of touch and wanting,are strewn with a beautiful horror.yet the guilt is named to be forgotten,as memory turns to vanity.the sins we wear on the outside,are nothing to the sins we carry…

the Congress, the White House, the Pentagon.the court system, the prisons…empty factory buildings, small businesses,the coal mines, the oil fields,the docks….vacant foreclosed houses,homeless shelters, soup lines…the lines of the unemployed.the fields ready to be picked.the illegal immigrants bent backs…the big trucks shut down…minimum wage slave jobs…cheap imports made by child labor,the oil industry, the automobile…

to find the heartof a clownand paint it on the faceof a homeless manstanding by a barrelin the alley…that has no fire!to look in the barreland see an old mankneeling in front ofa sobbing child,deftly removing a splinterfrom his tiny shaking handwith an old rusted knife…while a sparrow takes flight,as the clouds on the horizoncome…

pointing,with dismembered fingers…prophesying,with bellies gorged!we kill that whichwe do not understand,that which we fear…that which most reminds usof something hidden deep within.is god made of stone?be there no remorse,no compassion, no conviction?even stone gods weep,who are we trying to fool?how many women and children sacrificed?a blood atonement…to whom?we wear the robes of judges,hiding the factthat…

underneath an old tree,playing with sticks.he was making themtalk to each other,as if they were human…perfectly content,with a lot of imagination,with very few needs.and it made me stop and think…what do we really need?

cutting the notch…till that momentwhen time is suspended;creaking and cracking,the great tree falls!and the earthshudders and shakes!