They were kept
subdued

numbed emaciated-
through achievements trophies appearances and

being someone to be bragged about
by someone elses mouth

being someone to show off about
proud to be a

responsible consumer and number;
those who broke free

labelled witches, crazies--
thats what they did

they kept all the humans
in a trance a daze

so that they could fall asleep
knowing that somewhere

beds were bombed
and babies mutilated.

thats how this culture slept nights
pushing each of the vulnerables

the ones who could see
and feel and grieve and not

shut off-- till they died
overwhelmed from the burdens

of family, friends and surviving
on this paradise that we have made

into an ambiguous warzone
where the healers are killed tacitly

and when they die
cry and cry and o cry.

thats how we slept nights
pushing the trembling ones to the brink of

pulling the knife
and once dead

we cry and cry
o what a shame o if only they were still alive.

Like this
sunrise,
or the other dawn--
so sweet in its
unborn delight
so soon already-- gone --

Brownian motion;
o - you oaf!- just say-
the silliness of a mess of ants.

It scares me how sure we are of progress;
the hammer beats outside my window.
Not quick to blame any more either,
if not for progress or lack thereof, i wouldnt be here.

in the midst of this paradise,
and then i see a little closer,
myths of discomfort, of overcoming,
and of separations, of the lesser evil.

and then so many good intentions
so many, this many that now
i wonder why im sitting here
not doing something not doing, i mean, something.

perhaps, perhaps because i do not know
what is the right action
when all in the pursuit of progress
ends up creating fiveteen other problems

amidst the torn cloth requiring
just the one stitch and not
so so many more.
oh theres a lot of trash. let us DECORATE with filth.

Nah-
this is better.
i dont anyways know
what poetry is- Reminds me!
i should probably start reading some-
theres that line of re inventing wheels--

Why is being ‘shameless’
something bad
but ‘fearless’
a desired quality
when shame
closes doors
and fear
saves lives?