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

grows

expands

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

Ratatatat!!

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

Enough!

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

Enough!

will we be as the numberless stars Rising

immutable

or will his wings blot out the sky?

                The Dance of the Thunderbird has begun