plant and animal rights,

talking to the vacuum cleaner,and laughing with the broom.and the pictures of children,like leaves turning seasons,stare silently from a distance,both chosen and not!the dog bows her eyes,with worry and love.and the drone of the tv,bores holes in the wall.long grey hair glistening,as sun sifts dirty blinds.and the smell of passion,has turned to old feet.and no…

in whatever color, whatever form,speaking whatever language…act as if you know!

call me worthless, useless,just dont call me lazy.hard to keep your houses,hard to keep your cars.turn your head, lift up your nose,so you cant see my scars.count your money, count it well,is my picture on each bill?come on down to this poor man’s town,and i’ll show you what’s really real!truth is, i’m fed up,not going…

and you read his last letter, again and again.when he talked about fear, and doubt…not knowing why anymore,not knowing if he was doing the right thing,not knowing if anything was right…and the faces of women and childrenthat left him sleepless…will it be only then,that you question the war?

i entered your mother with fevered passion,you were the grandmother knitting outside.i killed your son in battle,you buried my wife in an unmarked grave.you baptized me in the river,i lit the fire when you were martyred.you went to sea in search of a new land,i sat in my tepee waiting for death.you slew me with…

the burnt edges of the holy book.the hand that fits the yearning hand.the light inside the shadow.the cross carried without a murmur.the house built out of simple things.the grandchild, and the old dog.the plane dropping medicineinstead of bombs.the oil rig shut down and deserted.moonlight on the ocean calm.straw huts burning with devouring fire.lines of women…