Monday, September 25, 2017

On Bended Knee

A bended knee. A silent protest, planned
to echo like a shout across the land.
A shout to rend the silences that veil
the chokehold and the shot, the shadowed trail
that leads back through the years, to bloody hands

that wielded bloody whips. A soundless gale
of grief for every death-marked street, each jail-
cell “suicide.” Does murder not demand
a bended knee?

Now rank on rank with linking arms and hands
they kneel and bow their heads. No reprimands,
no threats or insults can reweight the scales.
Praise to the one who began this warrior’s tale
and showed the world how tall a man can stand
on bended knee.

For Colin Kaepernick

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Tuesday, September 19, 2017

September 19th 2017

Wind, fire, earth and water
Every mother prays for her daughters.

Wind, fire, water, earth
Pray for the land that gave you birth.

Earth, water, fire and wind
This is how the end begins.

Earth, water, wind and fire
Curse the climate-change deniers.

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Sunday, September 10, 2017

Monday, September 04, 2017

Nuclear Summer

It seems we’re living in a brand new season,
half summer’s end and half the start of fall
and all dreadful. Bloody-orange sun
in a sky white as curdled milk:
air that burns and makes you cough.
Just the new normal. A season like
a dragon coiled behind Wy’East
belching smoke and spitting cinders.

Broken, the gentle rhythm of the time
that brings slow rain from the ocean to soothe
the hurts of summer’s heat. Broken, the cycle
of water breathing into clouds, clouds caressing earth.
We tremble now in nuclear summer’s grip.
Ash falls gently from the stricken sky.

Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside