a light
snow falls on the day before Gathering begins
more than
a state sanctioned permission to gorge on food football family and friends
an
instinct to gather and celebrate survival
the
taming of the wilderness – ah, yes! there’s the rub!
celebrations
of exterminations
the
arrogant purposeful destruction of an indigenous race of people
in the name
of Destiny and divine profit
our
groaning tables weighing on the stones the bones
of the
descendants of this land – “cut the bird & pass the mashed potatoes!”
what are
you thankful for this year? too many things? or do you have to think hard?
the
weight of betrayal sits heavy on the brow
of a
celebration that should honour a communion
not built
on broken promises
and the
sorrows of a civilization not known or understood
convert
or kill primitive slave material
driven
out annihilated at the altar of Moloch!
and then
here comes the new Pope, Francis
speaking words
i never expected to hear from a Pope of the Catholic Church
and the
conspiracy theorist in me has a million questions
why now?
why so
antithetical to ratzinger? and why did ratzinger resign?
Popes
don’t ever resign!
equivalent
to the disgraced businessman/politician
who
leaves his job to Spend More Time with his Family
but Pope
Francis, Pope Frank
the Workingman’s Pope the Champion of the Poor
the Scourge of the 1%
(they must be Stammering!
so unable to
verbally abuse the Pope
who is saying everything that must be anathema
to the last more
40 years!)
and
thinking people must Fear for him!
the trust
(there is none)
is
breaking between the governors and the governed
the
threads unravel day by day like an old ship’s cable
rusting
untwisting rotting separating from the whole the body politic
turning back on Moloch has ever been at one’s peril
a meal
with loved ones can never pay the price of blood
but we
acknowledge that the fertility of our present lives
depends
on that ancient sacrifice
the food we eat
grown in
the soil of those massacres
both
bitter and sweet, the fruits of our Pride
we eat
and drink and laugh at the Gathering time
to
celebrate the Future on the bones of our Great Fault
how to
honour the lost ones?
tell the
story! break the myth!
reparations
are due!
what can
blindness ask of us but deeper insight?
