look at each gentle place,
to keep in a pocket
of love,for that rainy
day, you do not go.

maybe we need to check our numbers at the end, see if one or more are missing.          count them carefully, one side then the other.it is all a pattern, that keeps us safely,        moves us
onward.

the voices rather quiet. we have had a lifetime
of listening, yet not understanding, really.


let us go forth and compare

an old story remembered
that warm afternoon while all were playing
relaxing
the hunted tried not to sleep
there

tides are higher now, flooding the paths.

he walked the mud, bringing the footsteps back to us

flashing
nought nought


a sure sign that something
has occured


i will know more when i investigate

we read that they are the most moral army in the world

also read

the moral solders **** little birds, break little bones, and squash them.

little bird. tiny child.

bomb them, burn them, snap their wings.

burn them living, burn them dead, smash the brains out their heads.

pound, break, tiny bones

bulleted.

****** everyone.

animals and trees.

little birds, with little nests.

no nest no more. a moral army burned it, bombed it, destroyed it.

moral solders **** little birds, break little bones, and squash them.

little birds in gaza.

(notes…there may come a ceasefire yet you still have done these things)

( more notes….you agreed a pause and meanwhile **** more..)