we cry out for peace,

this pathway made of living.the bridge of doing and done,the shelves of dying laid by hand.the bed made with reverent memories,the pot of giving boiling on the stove…then light the match,i’ll burn it all down…and wrap your body in holy ashes!

but what if it’s all a dream,in a world that exists onlyin the crevices of infinity’s mind?what if every touch,every moment of passion,every scent of love’s passing…nothing more than tiny particles of dust,of universes not formed?ah, but every moment staring,lost in the eyes of the beloved…even God could not imagine that…in dreams!

the end of tired thought,the beginning of passion.i am the spirit of fire,setting buildings ablaze…the bell ringing,in the ancient tower.i am the dark skinned lover,who comes in the night.the sharpened axe,the hammer of dawn.i am the eyes of hunger,and the voice of need.i am the weight of conscience,the trench dug, and feet planted.i am the…

the holes in the old man’s underwear.the rough tongue of a stray cat,the shadow moving in the alley.the trail left by the snail,paper cups blown by the wind.the blood left on the highway,the dog dead in the ditch.the glass shattered on the floor,the stink of the bodythree days after…the limb torn from the treeby the…

another book gets banned,another protest on American soil.another politician lies,another banker forecloses.another family on the street,another small business closes.another mill shut down,another farm goes bank.another river polluted,can you put that in your tank?another child becomes an addict,another young girl sold like meat.another old man dies….dancing to the beat….why, why, and why?cant you hear your children…

digging shallow ditches with tractors.smoke filled silent skies.the screams of the dyingswallowed up unheard…the gods turn their heads,and the trees that weptare now on fire….the stench of emptiness…glass broken on the sands.who sent the planes?who pulled the triggers?whose faces, whose souls?