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conscience
July 2009 
dark dream
mary
of rage that breaks and pours
its molten hatred
through the muzzle of a gun?
in what coward's heart
springs this dreadful lust
for my death?
for yours?
in this shimmering sea of illusion
in this land of the setting sun
what dark dreams are dreaming us
asleep and binding us
in the gnarly roots of torpor
blood thick as tar
and cold as the scales of death?
what dark imagination finds release
with a child in the crosshairs
and a finger on the trigger
breath frozen for the pull
between heartbeats
between
screams
in this dark dream
we must find the demon seed
within the pooling abscess
of deep fear
simmering cowardice
becomes a cauldron of molten rage
pouring from our bellies
into the streets of our cities
putrescent bile
lubricating its advance
and penetration
into the heartwood
lust rising
to feel the sap run
and the energy bleed
and the life drain
into white-hot NOTHING
nothing
for a moment, relief
then the fear begins to claw
and the trigger begins to tighten
and the crosshairs seek the furtive heat
of life, keeping to the shadows
behind those damned trees
nothing but juice
another corpse walking
in this sea of delusion, there is no greater work
than to express this putrid wound
to bind its maw in a weaving
of roots and canopy
full of golden light
to harbor the children
and the people in their labor
in the shade beneath the spreading boughs
above their quiet streets
lacing limbs and leaves
between the blissful sky
and the lovemaking
in tranquil gardens
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Woah…
Where does this all come from?
Amazing…
Yes.
because I can't not speak, Stacy.
powerful stuff, beautiful and disturbing. One line spoke especially to me, or seemed to bring it all together
“what dark dreams are dreaming us”
good question.
crow
yes, that one grabbed me too. and i love the way it turned at the end. leaves and limbs…
i have vowed to never silence myself or avert my eyes, and to speak loudly and often on the topic of war and peace.
i will not argue logistics, because the premise is so ludicrous i can barely wrap my mind around it.
we are fighting for our freedom? when did we lose it?
we are fighting for democracy? most americans have trouble describing that. and that is a nuanced argument. truth be told, more like fighting for capitalism, or worse, for specific capitalists.
some even say that it is a karmic readjustment. snort. every event is, large or small. but that doesn't excuse complacency.
who is asking the people on ground-zero what they prefer? the child in the crosshairs? that speaks to the true premise.
there is no reason, no legitimate reason for war.
there are reasons to defend ones people from aggression, but that is a war started by somebody else for no legitimate reason.
the people calling the shots are not the ones fighting the war. they evidently are so entitled they don't even want to talk about it. they scurry from hidey-hole to hidey-hole trying to keep ahead of the searchlight…
they are looking pretty silly, now. but i have been angry and stalking them since immediately after 9/11, when i saw them beginning to make moves that had obviously been at the ready. how does a document like the Patriot Act get written and read and slammed into legislation in how many days?
please.
so i began tracking them, sifting, sorting, disseminating. after black tuesday of 2004, i solemnly vowed, as i watched a bald eagle working the sky to my north, to never defer to politeness EVER AGAIN.
by now, everybody is onto them, so i am recaptitulating, writing, speaking, watching close but letting our “leaders” run with it, now that they finally get it. I'm pooped!
and disgusted with the whole mess…
i hope it shows.
Happy sigh…… a spendid rant, Mary! I was also deeply disturbed by the US government's handling of things, right from September 11th (and very sad and surprised at how easily people fall for such blatant b.s. ) In fact, there was a push to get that war started well before 9/11. I don't call it a war, anyway, I call it an invasion. (Sort of like how I don't call it a fight when a sumo wrestler sits on a kids's chest and says “give me all your candy”.)
(I don't dislike the military, by the way. The true abuses of power take place in the political realm. But the subject of the military is for another day, and another post.)
Keep writing for peace : )
crow
i am a soldier with deadly intent. my weapon is my truth.
Thanks!
I am glad you speak…
And always with TRUTH!