that which we say,

lace the shoe…play the piano,dig in the dirt.stroke your face,turn the lock.wear the ring,unbutton your desires.pick up the pen,light the smoke…trace the hungerof the hidden one!

inside trembling calloused hands….in tears on battle worn faces.inside the broken hearted,the beaten down, and the abused.in the addicts need, the murderer’srepentance, inside evry child.in the stray dog’s lonesome….in the cheater’s remorse….in those too tired to beanything other than honest….in naked sweaty grimy humanitybeing at best human!

from the bones with razor sharp knives.out of this flesh we made hunger.we carefully cut the heart out,and out of this heart we made weapons.we plucked out the eyeballs,and out of them we made greed.from the bones we built housesin which no one could live.we scattered the remainsover the sands… and from themwe made oil,…

i can almost see your face,can feel the warmth of your tears.i felt your hunger,twisting at my gut,sharpening my stony glance,and the set of my jaw.i was driven by your lostness,walking forever going nowhere.with no beginning and no end,no country, and no home.i was angered by your scars,could name each and every bruise.i walked inside…

the light in the windowthe falling branch broke,the ashes drowned by rainafter the fire….my hand on your breast,the moment without words,that hangs on the clocklike the hour never struck.the sweet whiskey of your lips,pressed tight, then yielding….the leaves on the porch,blown like a stranger to the door….the box of pictures,buried in the closet, …..‘neath old…

both sell the spiritto numb the soul.we would construct godout of victory,and burn the bodies of defeat.while men in black maskskill women and children,and turn the bodies of colorinto nickels and dimes.hunger feeds on itselfneath the lash and the gun.they trap the last wolf,and kill the last whale…as the spirit grows numb,betrayed by the soul!