to the basement where desire rumored lurks.
the man on the screen trills of wars,
and crimes committed beneath white shirts.
and the sweet Jesus prayers of the unemployed,
cut crack rocks on bare tables.
even the dog mourns the heated silence,
while turnips boil in a touch-me-not pot.
death taunts the branch against your window,
the broom stands unattended!
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American made….
working the earth….in the factories,hands, eyes, and machines,moving in well oiled unison….in the mills,cloth woven into warmthand cover…..on the sites,buildings going up,block by block…..in the trucks,barreling across the highways,carrying goods coast to coast….in the hospitals,skilled hands healing,hearts with shoes…..American made,standing in unemployment lines,vacant buildings, trucks shut down….American made….not needed anymore,with nowhere to turn!
what color
from which the starswere made?what color is the hungerwritten on the child’s face?what color is justice,forgiveness, desire, truth?what color is the wind….the rain, gravity,and knowledge?what color is equality?what color is freedom?what color is eternity?what color is redemption?what color is God?what color were the nailsthat hung Jesus on the cross?what color was enlightenmentfalling on the Buddha…
she curled up naked
coming in soft wavesthrough the open window.the urn of ashes saton the bedside table.a lone wedding bandlay in the ashtray….25 years, a long journey.there comes a timewhen bitterness rustsand crumbles…as the veil of silencethat time had wovenbetween them came apart…she wept!
redeem the time…
build it back, board by board,nail by nail, stone by stone,with honest human hands.seize the moment…all that we have,no tomorrow without today,no today withoutliving and giving!redeem the time…put a human face on your god…put a godly heart in your humanity!
tear down the house!
on the pile…the possessions that owned you!all of your memories,your prejudices, your acts ofvengeance and greed…all the things you think you needed…your rights, your wrongs,your halo, your guns…your patriotism, your pride,and the doors you locked…all on the pile,without looking back…set the fire!