darkness falls,
like silent thunder.
the earth tremors and turns,
you walk from room to room….
or perhaps only,
a curtain blown by passion,
a broken cup, cobwebs
on pulsing walls.
a cry of passion,
water bursts the pipes…
one of my shirts
that you wore to bed.
a single shot
on a November morn….
the deer falls in
three quarter time.
sheets that still
carry your scent…
the ground naked,
and hungry for rain!
is in the eyes… of smallchildren, hungry and orphaned,their families lostto wars, earthquakes, floods,disease, poverty…children of different colors,nationalities, faiths…children without names.i am their father, their mother,their sister, their brother…i am the answer to their hunger,i am its cause.i am their hunger!i have no name.
and the bombs exploding,dont sound like liberation.while the flesh torn facesrunning in fear,haunt my sleepless nights.victory doesnt rhyme with oil,freedom doesnt stink like dead bodies…my brothers that fell beside me,are not heroes, they’re just dead!as democracy nails down coffin lids,while the traders wear new suits.and the real terror is exposedin the money on the table!sure…
that they barely know,and wouldnt recognizeif they met Him on the street…hoping for a quick fix,a lucky talisman, a mystic anchoragainst storms of our own design.a nod of the head to eternity,as life pours from a bootonto bloody streets…
where it goes, i go!where it ceases, i cease!when it speaks,it is with my voice.when it rattles the shutterson your windows closed…it is just me,wanting to come in!when it moans and howls,it is my bodyburning for yours!when it softly blows,i am caressing your face.when it brings the rain,i am coming for you…with a torch and…
in fact, she runs with the wolves,clothed in fur and claws and teeth!sometimes she is the moonlight,lighting their path,other times the wind,carrying their howls back to herself!dont talk to me of skin color,talk of blood! red, pulsing blood…flesh and sweat and desirewrapped in human spirit!
when every sky be full of rain,when every door be locked….when loss knocks upon your window,when you cant remember your name.when the sound of your heart saddens,and you cant think of a reason why.when your prayers come back unopened,and the river reverses its course.when all gathered together becomes nothing…use these to wipe your brow!
