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 houses
in which no one could live.
we scattered the remains
over the sands… and from them
we made oil, the force that drives!
there was nothing left,
not even for the crows…
and they wonder why
the grave was empty!
the hand of the soldier,wipes crumbs fromthe face of god.forever tastes like strawberries,and sometimes you…and then is gone!what we dont know how tothink, or how to say,is spoken quite freely bythe trees in the night.what we box upand call god,falls in the face of the wind.what the wind knows, it gives!we turn away, struck dumb!
come dance with Me!let go of your inhibitions,let go of the thingsyou think you must have….let go of yesterday, today,and tomorrow….let go of your pain and suffering….come dance with Me…we’ll change darkness into dawn,and name all the small creatureswhose souls are My voice!
calling us backto our true selves…the healing touchof the Lover’s hand;that drink of waterthat quenches parched lips,and restores lifeto the living…the music of the eternal,the womb, and the passion!
she whispers to fallen petals,and mountains and rivers speak forth.her lips call crows and name them eagles,her hands are filled with bowls.she names the darkness morning,and from the light she weaves the night.she bathes the human spirit,in the sweat of tribulation.she nurses the unwanted child,and places flowers on unmarked graves.she gives lost lovers candles,builds bridges…
where brown eyed girls, head held high…wear poverty’s drench,backs strong and straight,amid the pale cries of babies birthing.roaches scatter, bare feet skim the floors,empty cupboards whispering moan.food stamp dreams, two days away,they call this America, dont they?the trailer wrecked, paper thin walls,duct taped tile by molded tubs.the broke down truck, the mailbox spills,unemployed and out…
