Sunday, November 6, 2016

Thunderbird Boogie

I.                    The Argument

autumn air is crisp and clean
mountains dressed in gold
and russet
evergreen spikes interrupt holiday clad hills
scent of the dying old year
sweet and smoky
warmer than years gone by
the climate altering our round of days

I take off layers of scarves and jackets
fall teasing my nostrils with chill promises
but summer haunts the hillsides
not giving in to expectations
occasional surprise of flowers unblemished by frost
or even the sudden snowstorm that came the other day
sparkle spot of crimson orange violet
violent explosion of life that tells me
everything has changed
is changing
that unseasonable soft warm sudden breeze
shimmer shakes unfallen leaves
music of a world in flux
the veil between hard world and cosmos rent and gone

what have we done?

living out the blessings of the past
while stealing futures unknown and unsung
our fortunes blind
we gratefully accept what is not ours to take

so many lives I cannot know so many places I’ll never go
the shimmering buzzing ghosts of bees
brought to death by human machination
fills ears and eyes
drowning cries of those whose lives destroyed
by hunger war the need for flight
and in that endless running
homes societies torn down apart

the guns
mangled bodies
the dead cities
starving wasted limbs and giant liquid eyes

who has looked into the eyes of the children of war?

not I, in my golden cocoon
as nests of poisonous snakes multiply unseen beneath my feet
fed by greed and willful ignorance
no predators left
the forests have fallen to the giant teeth
the grasping jaws
of those given license by some made up God
whose fabled grant of Dominion usurps the natural law

the knowledge of the Old Ones tossed aside like worn out shoes
ancient wisdom torn and spat upon

Money knows Best!

II.                  The Vision

i saw a charnel land
isles of death
the blackened stalks and stumps
 the silent skies
world waiting for the end of days for humankind
the heart of the cannibal giant
dreamed into being by the worst natures
dark lords of hate and envy

from Lovelock Cave the Si-te-cah poured forth and Danced
in the forests raging ragged redhead pale faces
swelling with greed
heart-fed veins black snakes beneath the soil
blood black viscous
defiling the land and the crops and the water
hundreds of unknown and unmarked spills of blood and oil
the tops of mountains gobbled by the great maw of the eater of worlds
the State’s private army pollutes the ceremonies
ravages the prayers
persecutes the most powerful of the powerless
anyone whose humbling
will make the State appear potent

earth’s children running naked from the flame breath
dragon breath
earth’s children standing
like stones
block passage of the snake’s foul head

the cold dead world
no food for the living
yet incubates seeds of life deep within
shrugging away the takers
flicking off like fleas
like lice
crushed beneath boulders heaved by the Mother’s giant roar


she calls on Thunderbird
Great southern condor
to cast his vast shadow over the land
to circle and spiral and dive
snatch up the hydra!

the snake coiling pregnant with black death
spilling deathblood deep into soil and water


will we be as the numberless stars Rising
or will his wings blot out the sky?
                The Dance of the Thunderbird has begun

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Being Becoming

chasing the muse
i let her catch me
and fill my soul with her sweet honey
but sometimes she hides
sometimes really well

you never know
from behind which tree or cloud or stone
your muse will surprise you
seduce you again
it will be like she never left