To The Human Race…

i am the wedding ringflung against the wall.i am the old manwho cant seem to rememberwhy he did what he did.i am the restless boyroaming the streets.i am the old woman waitingfor her check to come.i am the rent unpaid,and the lights cut off.i am the gun in the corner,covered with dust.i am the broken…

the paper veilsurrounding your body,and lap at your heartwith my tongue.you broke the sparrow’s wings,yet he flies with the memoryof flight and pure desire!you speak softly,and the waves are stilled.even the moonloses it’s grip!small children draw your imagein the dirt with holy fingers,and whisper, ‘mother’!the rats in the alleystop in silent prayer.broken windows mournfor the…

on the page,the cup chippedon the windowsill.wood stacked againstthe porch,the shadows on theempty swing.the kiss lost,and the ring.red dirt driedon the shovel,the old boots leftby the door.the creaking of thescreen door opening,the box tied andpacked away.hunger sap driedon novel sheets,the half smoked cigarettelying in the ashtray.the sound of the empty room,in that old house on…

why would we starve the peoplewho pick our crops?why would we deport the only peoplewho are willing to do the work?and you wonder why your kidsthink that all food comesfrom an aisle in the grocery store!gas prices keep rising,food prices keep rising…what happens when the truckingindustry goes down?what are you going to eat then?we need…

the ‘need’ to possess.we strip our senseswith fake morality.we quench our fireswith our limited concepts.we wound our very lovewith the image we present.we defile our truthwith the lies we settle for…we choose fear over freedom,and so break our own wings!

dignity, freedom!