Alone in the Space
where all the ideas
that anyone
were allowed
to remember
what had been and
why anyone
bothered
any notice to pay.
There
are the echoes
repetitions of sound
and events, events
constructed memories
in soundproof rooms
where outside
all the screams
were never heard.
The infant ears
on the umbilical cord
hung.
the screams
of his own brief escape
into the room of screams
unheard.
Why in the litter
six ’twas said
If we all could be blind
just for one day
blind to status
blind to our differences
blind to the color of our brother’s skin
if we could see with our hearts
not with our eyes
would we act differently than we do now
If we needed to reach out
to hold out a hand
to help each other along the path
would we live differently than we do now
for only through blindness
can we begin to see the truth
We are all the same in the dark
This is my breath,
the same as yours,
the same as dust, the same as ash
when it all comes to an end,
but held deeply within
steady lungs
that long for truth
while we’re still here.
This is my flesh,
the same as yours,
the same as tissue, the same as sinew,
but without
fiber optic connections as of now;
and never will be,
so don’t dare try me
with temptations
toward such so-called system upgrades.
This is my blood,
the same as yours,
Water is life…and
even saliva’s in short supply…
For drum-tight mouths, sandpaper throats.
Yodeling bellies cave in on spines,
as evil scents of sewage and death float in,
Refashioning an island into a spreadsheet.
Cell towers, power lines snapped like
legos—electricity’s a distant memory—
Refrigerated insulin’s useless.
Oxygen tanks ran out eons ago—
Generators and motorboats are
Music where ATMs froze and
Desperation’s setting in…
celebrity charity’s touching—
But, not the Billions needed…
how could one man inflict so much pain
someone called it “evil”
it was not one man
it was not “evil”
it was a manifestation of the american socio-economic ideal
some people respond to money
they are blinded by cash clout
impressed by the illusion of success–
“yes, ma’am”
“anything for you, sir”
to some people
the second amendment is nothing but an idea to be exploited
a society that worships weapons
is seeking stagnation and population decline
so
stockpile your weapons
In the throb and pulse
of an omnivorous city
we come and go
so often unaware
of the fear, pain, death,
concealed from us
by confining walls
containing the suffering
multiplied by millions
huddling together.
too many victims
of demanding times.
1
Our hearts are canned
In cold aluminum
Minds bottled
For consumption
In glass
Or rigid plastecine
We search
For something to cling to
While the truth
Lies in the static
Between the stations
2
The Associated Press
Pressing its associates
To earn
Cheat
And steal
They
Tinkering
Digging
Poking and prodding
Working their lies
Into the cranial cortices
Of children and fools
Everywhere
3
Politicians just pundits
Premeditated gunman kills over fifty,
Smoking automatic weapons fill his hotel room.
Trump speaks with programmed words,
Divorced from a heart of proven stone.
CNN heaps praise on his presidential words,
Separating them from the enormity of the crime.
The NRA plots a drive to arm more citizens,
Allegedly to mitigate slaughters to come.
Congressmen speak measured words of outrage,
Privately assuring comfort to lobbyers of guns.
Progressives cite rising tides of lethal weapons,
No God can punish more
And no God can save.
This walk can only be beautiful
With a determined act of walking
The destination can be empty
But those who walk
Need not feel guilty
For their crime
Of being born as human.
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