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God help us!
There's a Peeping Tom
at our neighbor's window.
He is everywhere peeping
into our bedrooms
through the ceiling
even our bathrooms
seeing all
that we do.
He sees the sparrow
and the soldier who dies
in order to go to school.
He sees the wounded
and what does He do?
Peeping Tom:
doesn't do more
than pleasure himself.
God help us.
Robert Davies is a poet living in Portland, Oregon.
He can be reached at: rjdavies@spiritone.com
Cindy Sheehan
By DAVID SMITH-FERRI
Look at me, George.
I'm the oncology lab report,
the malignant truth metastasizing
every time an American soldier is injured or killed.
I'm in your lymph nodes, your bone marrow, your lungs.
Look at me, George.
I'm the murky swamp you paddled into three years ago.
I'm the eight-inch gash in your canoe,
the crocodile stepping off the bank, sliding into the water,
disappearing beneath the surface.
Look at me, George.
I'm the Joshua tree, gnarled and spiked,
waving you into the Promised Land.
I'm the bristlecone pine two miles above sea level,
thriving on adversity: you can't outlast me.
I'm the river you can't dam,
the flood you can't check,
the voice with ten thousand faces.
I'm the indelible blood on
your hands, George.
Take your gloves off, and look at me.
I'm the pursuer, and you're
the prey.
David Smith-Ferri
is the author of Battlefield Without Borders: Iraq Poems, forthcoming
this fall from Haley's Publishing. He can be reached at: smithferri@pacific.net
Haiku Manifesto
By MICKEY Z.
reality shows
itself but Americans
choose a new idol
---
tactics and methods
clever slogans fill websites
costumes in protest
---
radio signals
fade with distance from their source
much like principles
---
transit strike increased
fare won't matter to the huge
rat in the subway
---
one billion live on
one buck daily; four days earn Sunday New York Times
---
Mickey Z. is the author of several books, most
recently 50 American
Revolutions You're Not Supposed to Know (Disinformation Books).
He can befound on the Web at http://www.mickeyz.net.
Contempt
By PETER BUNATSKI
what am I to say
or do beyond
what has already
come to pass
we are in a sad state
art no longer helps
the machines
have taken everything
and we have
no access
I wonder where
it will all lead
I think this is death
or a bad dream
hopeless and helpless
and never ending
a joke, a dirty word
Peter Buknatski lives in Montpelier, Vt.
Depart From Consume
By ADAM ENGEL
They Them Theirs
would have us believe
we'll never, properly,
die
unless and until
They let us, properly,
depart
forever from ever
depart from consume:
wear and tear unbreakable "goods;"
gobble lies, unpunished by
deracinators of Real, For Real,
Real Noire detection:
natural, relentless, perishable
gumshoe
mortally sensitive to
light, air, sound
we fear,
Death
we fear
what energies might liberate and how:
War! Hoop! Revolution!
such things as dreams are made on
and public executions
Death be not shroud
or factory pour faire de
cushioned "cross-train" sporting shoe,
say slaves of World,
buzz labor bees,
yawn tired wretched
huddled massive yearning
to sting clean, bee sing,
say sing or serve:
(Sing for your supper --
or serve it to an Other:
pray this Other lives
kind, merciful; tips
large to sustain
for serve again
another say.
Sing,
sing a song,
or serve)
Death:
Academy Might of Institution
spawn;
exceptional "tendencies;"
bare legacy, bear inquest;
submit eternal serve
forever lesser will:
will forever lesser evil
lesser evil serve?
nevermore, nevermore, nevermore
Life:
Theirs, not Ours, Theirs to
poke, play, prod;
technic instrumental toy of
idiot child, delicate doll
loved so desperately, despised,
devoured, "disappeared,"
wept over meal-time, nap-time,
heaping helpings of forever
bring forgetfulness and sleep
oblivious awakening to imbecile
laughter: something, something,
or nothing printable at all.
Left behind with childish things
grown patient living
Death more real,
compassionate, forgiving
than (They taught us)
was possible to know:
ways of Life and Death
not yet conceived;
imagination:
our capacity to know,
by force if necessary,
if They would only
leave us alone
this "Truth," properly
defined, attained, constructed
according to suggestion,
not Law, suggestion of Real,
(no certainty, possibility;
no certainty but in possibility)
might finally, essentially
set "us" free.
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