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In Mexico and California

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In Mexico and California

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Hilary’s been visiting

With water

Wind

Pages of destruction

Formed by words

Of storm clouds

We run away who can

There is great sense

In this

Those who can or must

Weather

Well

We weather

Waiting for her to pass

Astarte

Or Ba’al

Some god in the storm

We do not sacrifice

On stones

Or inside fires

Elijah’s altar

Would be dowsed

By Hilary

And so prove the faith

When manifest

The truth

Is given

Wait

Maybe wait as those

Who wait upon the Lord

Except for the things

That are destroyed

And us

Left in the center

Trying to stay

On the mortal side

Of all this

How long until

The juggernaut

Leviathan

Has passed

Here

We could use water

Someday shall the satellites

Serve us

With such saving deliveries

To here

From there

Both termini

The people

With our properties

Yes

Our things on Earth

Kept

As rescuing

And keeping can

Stay live

As you and others

Can

Nothing else matters

Until this

Until us

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Photo by Alexander Jawfox on Unsplash

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The Salton Sea

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The Salton Sea

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I’d like to go into

The desert

Because I don’t know what

I’m saying,

Which isn’t true:

I lived in California

For a time

Went to the desert there

Saw the stars

At night

One day went to Palomar

Never got to

The Salton Sea,

Not knowing what I would

Have found then—

A miasma of

Mismanagement shown

In rusty signs and

Rotted beams

Or tries at reclamation:

Burying

Dead animals

Nailing together boathouses,

Pubs,

And homes

Maybe re-servicing

The Navy base

Maybe putting back in

All the water

That used to be there,

That kept

The crafted ocean

And habitation

Viable

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Photo by Chris Montgomery on Unsplash

Salton Sea, California, USA

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A Thousand Stories’ Ending

A Thousand Stories’ Ending

(https://www.cnn.com/2018/11/08/us/thousands-oaks-california-bar-shooting/index.html)

 

How awful is it

That in counting human tragedy

There never is an ending

Twelve more die in California

By someone who had the privilege

Of guns

 

What was the motive

What cares

The family of the cop

The officer is lost

It’s almost absurdly dangerous work

With the luxury of weapons

So profuse

 

Twelve stories finished

Horribly

How many more will radiate out

Exponentially

To make a nautilus

A spire

Changing more and changing more

Outward

Over time

Making a circle of

Finality, regret

 

We despair

Over the Philippines

And Indonesia

Ukraine

South Sudan

France

Venezuela

And in many parts of the USA

 

Time will tell us nothing

The victims’ lives are done

There is nothing more

 

C L Couch

 

 

(CNN)

The gunman, a US Marines veteran, arrived at the bar on Wednesday night with a pistol, officials said. He shot an unarmed security guard outside the bar, then went in and continued shooting, injuring other security workers, employees and patrons, Ventura County Sheriff Geoff Dean said. Ian David Long, killed 12 people before apparently taking his own life.

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The casualties included a veteran sheriff’s deputy who was nearby talking to his wife on the phone when the call came over the radio for an active shooter.

“(The deputy said), ‘Hey, I have to handle a call. I love you, I’ll talk to you later,’ ” the sheriff said.

Sgt. Ron Helus rushed into the bar as gunshots continued; he was killed.

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Los Angeles Times

 

All Fall Down

All Fall Down

 

Horses caught

In California wildfires

I want to care about

The rest

Humans hurt and houses lost

Land that will not recover

Easily if at all

But I wonder if they were freed

Or caught on the wrong

Sides of fences

Were they kept in barns or stables

Or were they let free

Could they run from

Terror

 

Irony

It’s in their veins, the capillaries, the

Marrow of their bones and nuclei

Goading

Their extraordinary muscles

Gifted by Apollo to

Own the sky

 

Then what is left

When hair and flesh

Are burned, and bone at last

Fails and falls into ash

Will all unbound furies merge

As all mortalities

 

Risie into heaven where

Animal innocence cleanses all,

Teaching human souls

To gallop, how to dance

In resurrection

 

C L Couch

 

 

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2017/dec/08/horses-burn-death-california-wildfires-los-angeles-creek-blaze?utm_source=esp&utm_medium=Email&utm_campaign=GU+Today+USA+-+Collections+2017&utm_term=255824&subid=16706344&CMP=GT_US_collection

 

Ghost Ship

Ghost Ship

(Oakland, California)

 

Emptied of her passengers,

Investigators and skeletal crew remain

Fun with fire, it’s been said of Nero

No entertainment here

No longer

 

What issues matter to a burning ship?

The dead who ride no longer care

The living must mourn first

 

C L Couch

 

 

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2016/dec/04/oakland-ghost-ship-warehouse-fire-deaths-24?utm_source=esp&utm_medium=Email&utm_campaign=GU+Today+USA+-+morning+briefing+2016&utm_term=202855&subid=16706344&CMP=ema_a-morning-briefing_b-morning-briefing_c-US_d-1

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