Penultimate
Where do we go from here?
Life on Earth diminishes
Human life, animal species
Extinct, genii of plants within
Which might have served
Chemistry for fixing disease
We look for life out there
And why not: that’s what’s
Next
But for today, while we’re
Still here,
Build a world that someone
Else might want to visit, work
With us, share
Losses
What are we doing
Shootings in a night club
In Orlando
A home of amusement
Parks that invite many
To play-worlds
What kind of patterned,
Surrender of sanity
Are we about, call it
Terror or derangement
Or “just a family thing”
A singer shot
The other night
In the Florida
City, too
She might have
Been smiling
As a blessing,
Flush from
Performing,
Just before
We lose and lose
Blood and life and ground
The earth of reason
Climbs away, above a
Plain of misery
I watch and read the
News in my small
Region
Where grown-ups
Are shot and children
Are abused, as if
By grinning devils or
Their supplicants
The Eumenides must weep
They do not demand
Or negate choice—they
Simply weave our
Threads of fate from
Which we have co-opted
Furies-cutting
We do these things,
And is there such disparity:
A world of who-has
Living behind a barrier
Of wealth and fantasy
And hired protection
(So to say)
Until distance is broken
Through
Fear, isolated penury,
And vacuum-thinking
Shooting, burning through
Shattering separation
In a final, violating way
Until from lives
Destroyed, death layers
Everyone on a field
Of weeds
Weeds for mundane death,
For funeral-attending
We are all equal now
Loss
(for my friend Sanford)
Love pitches
And slides down
No purchase for a hold
All last moments gone
You
Are friend sitting beside
Me, sometimes
Walking with me here
And there
You moved so slowly
Through the world
So that love might
Permeate, a message
In itself
Go slowly, the Buddhists
Say—you taught me
That
A righteous challenge
For those who move
Too fast, a badge
A sign that virtue
Is in rapidity alone
Rather what we do
While on the way
Is what makes the
Difference
And the love we leave
While on our way
Where you are
Is good, is right
Is healing, and is
Love—
You loved us here
Thank you for that
I cannot say good-bye
Tierra Sagrada
Is what my calendar calls it,
Which sent the beacon
To my e-mail now
Maybe I signed on through
A Latino site
It’s a planet observance and
Call—one-point-five degrees
Celsius (or centigrade)
Can we hold the world’s
Temperature to rise no
More by our own hand?
Write, campaign otherwise,
Stamp feet on given ground:
If we’re to keep it and give
(Leave) it beyond us—profit
Might forego
To provide instead a future
12 June 2016
sacredearth2016.org
To Stanford and the Rest
Rape ruins lives
It is not the end
But it is an end
You are too many
You can’t provide
For all of you
Make smaller then
Your schools and
Your communities
We think coming together
And layering
Big crowds in accretion
Speak to progress and
The good in us
But large looms and then
Shadows grow larger
In which we hide the
Worse longings of the
Heart
Planning destruction
To call it strategy
And high living
Grow up, grow down
Grow out, grow in
Or grow apart
Take care of each
Or give it up
Brave lives endure
In spite of you
That is the message now
I lost my good friend
He is closer to the source
Nature and God now
(I’ll write more about my friend)
irony of fire
removes light from home or town
something once ablaze
(kind of goes with the one before)
I do not enjoy
Seeing your house without light
The fire takes too much
after friends’ house fire (haiku)
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