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To have no care of wrong or right
have no thoughts but decree,
soar and see as a hawk in flight.

Fly from dark into light
hold no sense of history
to have no care of wrong or right.

Wire your brain to plumes that fright,
know only what you need to be;
soar and see as a hawk in flight.

See the red as black and white,
kill then eat the flesh, be free
to have no care of wrong or right.

Practice not duty nor requite.
Call hemic cries of victory.
Soar and see as a hawk in flight.

Have no pretense but your might
Take no knowledge from the tree.
To have no care of wrong or right,
soar and see as a hawk in flight.

 

 

2006

photo by J. Ellen Cotton

diamonds within

July 6, 2017

i gaze into
encrusted skies

above
half moon
pond.

diamonds
within
the water

is what i see.

how could i know
beyond?

this sky feels
like home

the air
like life
long ago.

armageddon oops

July 6, 2017

What if it all explodes,
the universe inside
pushed through
its fragile shell

overwhelming
all that exists
above the big hole.

What if bricks fly
as leaves in a firestorm,

cellos burn like straw,
fingers napalm
lips paper.

Will you hail the second coming?

there is no place
quite like the other

each valley
each plain
each mountain
each plateau

each
with its own
land forms
life forms
weather
and light

encased in a shared
halo of air

we are binding this earth in asphalt.

binding
and branding
we block the night sky
with our signs.

from
above
we look
like fire

speaking with tongue

August 8, 2013

We rationalize:
it is a jungle out there.

We possess the language
to scaffold a lasting peace.

Yet we continue to speak
reptilian.

 

television lives

August 7, 2013

reality is a corporate
Skinner box.

we scurry like rats
through a maze of aisles…

Must See TV
leads the way…

Winter Stars

By Sara Teasdale

I went out at night alone;
 The young blood flowing beyond the sea
Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings—
 I bore my sorrow heavily.
But when I lifted up my head
 From shadows shaken on the snow,
I saw Orion in the east
 Burn steadily as long ago.
From windows in my father’s house,
 Dreaming my dreams on winter nights,
I watched Orion as a girl
 Above another city’s lights.
Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,
 The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars,
All things are changed, save in the east
 The faithful beauty of the stars.

Source: Flame and Shadow (1920)
Illustration by Winifred Bromhall (1925)

Discovering Tyrants

July 5, 2008

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In the days of antennae
atop wooden consoles –
we pulled in whatever
was out there.

Much of it,
old war footage:
tanks in mud
men on stretchers
cannon flashing
Zeros falling

and Der Fuhrer
pounding his fist
in truculent German
to adoring masses.

I would wonder:
what is he saying?
why is he so pissed?
why would people like him?

(Just as a non anglophone might think
when first seeing and hearing a Limbaugh)

Our country was born of
contempt for privilege.

Yet today we are besmirched

for having those same
patriotic opinions.

Velcro – Unzipped

June 7, 2008

why a following
and not faith?
why signs
and no horizons?
why flesh
but no sight?

why not faith
and no following?
why not horizons
with no signs?
why not sight
but no flesh?