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God Should Be…

I just opened an e-mail from a friend
asking me to keep a candle burning
and pray for God to cure
cancer

Shouldn’t God be:
stronger than cancer
bullets
poverty
greed and
stronger than bombs
and other things that
explode into lives
lost in senseless war?

I will send the e-mail along
just in case S/He isn’t

When the Revolution Comes

The Last Poets of the 70’s
Chiding those
Seated at Sylvia’s
With chicken “hanging
Out of their mouths”
Too well-fed
Clothed and
Loved
To care about
Revolution

Not so
In Cairo
Where earth’s wretched
Scramble and claw
The line that
Defines their pain
In relief
Rising out of
Greed
Cloaked in
A Misshapen
Democracy

Malaria

There are those who have sallied the rope that spans the crevasse between man and the super man.
Super man walks this side of the swampy abyss making it his with every sweep of arm and voice
He strives
Occupied with life’s banquet jockeying for

Position and inventing for convenience –
Determining his closeness to God

So it would come as a surprise when a female, with her patterned wings, rises from the swamp and with nothing more than her sense organs drives man back to the craggy edges of his success
It is she who enacts the inevitable extinction through natural selection.
She worries not
Moving from host to host
Ensuring that
At this banquet
There will be those who will sit
And starve

Issues of Authority ——- January 26th

Today, a second year college student
could not tell me a time in history
when defying authority was a good thing

I remained perplexed on my drive
Home thinking of my freshman year
Standing on a flimsy platform above a crowd
Protesting the burying of a small car
I thought of the money being buried
in this new car and
The free breakfast program on the east side,
The starving children of Africa
(the ones my mother always said would be thankful for my green beans)
My fist in the air over my halo-Afro
screaming about the waste to some middle class
kid who just wanted to make a statement
about big-business.

Seems silly now
But then
it felt so good.

Defiance

The Long, Strange Trip Home

It will be a year in a week
That I watched my
Baby
Child
Son
March carrying a
State flag
Under the Naval Banner

The long distance between him
And home was filled with all the jewels
Of parenthood – the gems
We keep heart-close
The trials
Reserved
For sturdier times
When the lens
Of hindsight is
Rosier with humor
And
Forgetfulness

THE DREAM SQUARED ——– January 17th

On this, the day of the DREAM

Wondering what He would say

About the cities bloodied

By derangement

In the name of…

Politics?

Religion?

Voices in nightmare   (gdf)

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William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

THE SECOND COMING

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?