January Verses
ROCK GUTTER
Remembering that morning
that journey that…slip
that shattered so many years
of loving joy into two bits
life together before memories after.
O Mother
land of hurts
stretch our weeping arms
around our wounded nation
from Fancy Rose Bank
Vermont
to every spot
of sudden death
and rent life.
Our weeping hands must rise
not to question God
but to answer
the crying earth
the blooded eye
the cowed nerve
the niggling remembrance
with burden sharing
Looking back with thanks
forward
to free
every morning
every journey
every …slip
and storm
from late regret.
We remember with loving thanks.
THE NEXT FIRE
When
bombloads of bribery ignite
my nuclear mendicancy
vaginal anomie,
piper and prophet
steel ballots in
mines of change,
Westminster
turns rubble and ash
When crowns on air
solemnly declare it
free and fair
thy will be done
Then
a stubble shoots out
tongues afire,
closet gossip breaks out
in street talk
is not our will that done
it still to come
When fire burn
next time
is our burn again will
burnished black.