Posted in Uncategorized on April 17, 2006 | 10 Comments »
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Carry the shovel out back, Condi
Wear thick latex gloves
Leave not a trace
Carry the bodies out back, Donald
Do not wear shoes
Be meticulously mulish
George’s legacy depends upon it
Leave not a trace behind
Shovel the dirt in with haste, Dick
Bury the evidence forthwith
Give history nothing to find
Save for the lowly stench of hubris…
. A Poetic Justice Video (8 min [...]
Posted in children, iraq on April 17, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
O!We must have a bit of play,The child in us seeks it out,The child breathingIn unbridled joy escaping lips,The child alive nowIn haste and noiseIn laughter brighteningWhat order destroyed!O!Let her come to you,Reach for your loveDancing beautifully in gladnessWith all that would, that could beTrue of this world in receipt of self.The wind will carry [...]
Posted in children, iraq on April 17, 2006 | 15 Comments »
O!We must have a bit of play,The child in us seeks it out,The child breathingIn unbridled joy escaping lips,The child alive nowIn haste and noiseIn laughter brighteningWhat order destroyed!O!Let her come to you,Reach for your loveDancing beautifully in gladnessWith all that would, that could beTrue of this world in receipt of self.The wind will carry [...]
Posted in twisted brooch on April 17, 2006 | 3 Comments »
“Easter has less to do with one person’s escape from the grave than with the victory of seemingly powerless love over loveless power” –Bill CoffinFlags now drape Easter’s unknown tombstrapped `round rockwith metal’s twisted brooch,sorrow stains the airwhere steel spikes pierced hands and feetslinging hope like a missileout its cage of a valiant plotinto [...]
Posted in art of peace, iraq, protest poetry on April 17, 2006 | 15 Comments »
O!We must have a bit of play,The child in us seeks it out,The child breathingIn unbridled joy escaping lips,The child alive nowIn haste and noiseIn laughter brighteningWhat order destroyed!O!Let her come to you,Reach for your loveDancing beautifully in gladnessWith all that would, that could beTrue of this world in receipt of self.The wind will carry [...]
Posted in LOVELESS POWER, america, dead-end streets, protest poetry, twisted brooch on April 17, 2006 | 3 Comments »
“Easter has less to do with one person’s escape from the grave than with the victory of seemingly powerless love over loveless power” –Bill CoffinFlags now drape Easter’s unknown tombstrapped `round rockwith metal’s twisted brooch,sorrow stains the airwhere steel spikes pierced hands and feetslinging hope like a missileout its cage of a valiant plotinto [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on April 17, 2006 | 15 Comments »
O!
We must have a bit of play,
The child in us seeks it out,
The child breathing
In unbridled joy escaping lips,
The child alive now
In haste and noise
In laughter brightening
What order destroyed!
O!
Let her come to you,
Reach for your love
Dancing beautifully in gladness
With all that would, that could be
True of this world in receipt of self.
The wind will carry [...]
