It's a hell of a thing
to close up shop
alone in this weather,
knowing what we know now
about death, turkeys and bullets.
The man ahead of me is all
but obfuscated by rain that
is hard shooting into snow.
There is no shelter here on
this walk to the train. none.
Weeks until real snow falls,
and someone's blood will
mark the spot.
Where is the relativist now,
where the mayflower’s last
plank, and Broadway’s trail
of tear’s long diagonal divide?
Learning the piano at age 4
a child is fully able to
distinguish between black
& white, the high and low.
It was years before I was told:
The hippopotamus and walrus,
the narwhal and the mammoth
lost their sons to hunter’s sport,
now subjugated to my fingertips.
If you don’t swear to protect the
narwhal as you sit & feast today,
do not praise or pray at all.
And when the time comes to play
Silent Night, be silent first for years.
Remember mothers whose sons are
born to be lost.
And if after this, you have strength
and sound mind, give away all you
have, move into the poorest project
and after this, if words come, pray.