have you made a war out of your heart?

Saturday, August 11, 2012

have you made a war out of your heart?


have you learned your lessons as well as you could have?
have you poured yourself out entirely and made not a drop
of your soul an acid throw? have you given your mask away
a dozen times and shown yourself naked to the beloved? and if not
why not? the world aches for this sort of courage and you have failed
if you have not done any of these works

have you grown a garden of words and laid the root cellar full of your harvest?
have you gone out into the world and faced each lie with your sword and cut down
as much of that thicket down? have you made a war out of your heart? have you taken
down all those who would harm the ones who are powerless? have you been shield and cry?
have you done the good work? and if not why not? why have you not spoken up and given your blood
for the cause which is the cause of all of mankind? why have you not laid your life on the line?

the line of poetry the line of language the line of acts of courage?
why have you stayed silent while the homeless walked by your home?
why have you not spoken for the hungry? why have you kept quiet when we have been lied to?
why have you not taken out your soul from its burial ground and given it up in life to do the work
of love? I ask you this not to make you ashamed or restless I ask you this because I am curious
how can you let your children live and yet keep silent when their children die?

how can you do this?

Saturday, December 1, 2012

a sea of souls





Sea Grape
Various species of Mahonia are native to our area, though I believe this is a cultivated variety. The berries are edible.






globules and kidney glomeruli
that bulge out in cascades
posted rounds of a sea
that waves as you go by

sudden drenches of sky
that have collected in bunches
long horoscopes of the future
that mangle out their swirls and signs

the door to heaven that is close enough to try
each blur of blue signals smoke to me
the proof of maturity and the slipper of
movement     some days the only way to understand

the world    is to stand before the fruit
of the tree   and wait for what is a sea of grapes
to fall    as if this is all we are to do    is to simply trust
in the harvest     that is all about us

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