so many mouths mouthing
no one listening
everyone is right
the others are fascists
mouths open and close
trees flutter wings and a jay
concentrates on the swaying
of a grasshopper on a stalk.
Wind ruffles the grass
all the grass
not just this meadow
splash of green on a map
because I say it is
whatever I say I am
tumbling stream water
runs to the river
and they plan cruises and binges
sprees and fiestas as if
the moving carpet was not reaching the end.
The voice of the wind
joins the blackbird’s song
and the robin’s song
tosses them high—
I count the new molehills in the path
the flowers in bud
and still mouths open
but nobody listens
they don’t need to
they know they are right.
I cling to the simple truth
in the blackbird’s song.
I am tired of this cold and this death
time after time the retort
echoing until it is caught
by another and another endlessly circling
buzzards above a blue and green field
Earth suffers shrinks
calling wild things back into the darkness
because this world of light is denied them
trees die charred sticks and we
eat and eat and eat until we are sick
I am tired of hearing and seeing brutish stupidity
hearing the calculating weasel words
of those who could make the change `
set the blue ball spinning in clear waters
each needless death
our own children screaming
bringing us closer to the ignominious end.
I hide my eyes,
but still the hand of heat lies heavy on my head.
Throbbing darkly like the sun,
shadows bob in and out of sight.
Flowers, an unexpected joy,
frazzle in their coloured crowns and gowns,
thirsty even after storm rain torrents.
Walking these hard pavements
is like walking the floor of Hell,
and the brazen coping of its roof
is falling in molten drops
on this dry, whispering world.
This is the way/ the bright sky calls,
To dusty death/ at the end of the path.
The tired push and shove/ to the haven of peace,
With no respite/ we follow our longings,
But the dream recedes/ into a blue haze.
Though I can almost touch it/ this magic we longed for,
Its glitter is veiled/ this place we constructed,
By the unyielding cares/ of our heart and bones,
Of a world full of darkness/ to cradle our ending.