birds prepare their wings for journey,
i sharpen the axe, the woodpile grows.
the fields mourn with stomachs filled.
the chimney moans with an ache.
brandy waits on the shelf in silence.
mason jars filled with beans.
the air pregnant with chill and woodsmoke,
this body ripe with the taste of love.
unmarked graves wait for headstones,
pumpkins wait for the knife.
eyes turn, waiting for the fall…
autumn’s hint, rust on my lips!
left the hospitalthat he didnt wantto go home toan empty housefull of ghosts andmemories…to die alone!
Jewish, Buddhist, Muslim,Hindu, atheist, or whatever…what you say about what youbelieve has little meaning to me…what you show me through youractions reveals what you are, andhow committed you are to whatyou believe!
long gifted, now trembles,but just a little.wipes tears and fights injustice,buttons the collar of respect.takes down your hair,like rain falling on leaves.bandages the dog’s paw,lights the fire late at night.turns the pages of the book,strokes the inside of your neck.unleashes volcanoes,opens the door of the cage.and sprinkles dirt on the graves,of those that came before…softly…
hungry, and cant finda way to eat.homeless,and nowhere to go.sick,and cant afford medical care.jobless,and cant find work.broke,and what money you havewont buy anything.(if you have any)hopeless,and nowhere to turn.godless,the god you believed inturned his back,or wont answer prayers.faithless,with no reason to believe.hardened,and wont allow your self to feel.lost,with your back against the wall!
that dropped the bombson the family kneeling togetherin a tiny dwelling?did i?did i pump the gasto drive around townthat sent the armyto invade a small country,rich in oil….well, did i?did i waste the paperthat came from the tree,the whole forest cut down….that left the earth bare,and choking for air….did i?did i throw out the foodleft…
loved the woman, and painted starsin simple acorns….trembles with age…be his name forgotten?the ghosts that scream from nursing homes,are the pigmants of your souls!
