dear kamala

 

just wanted to say

so proud of you

after all these years

for choosing love over gold

in the face of extreme fear

I know you remember ram

oftener than I

and thats the correct order

of events, imho

I do love you

just as much though

probably

iron and steel

a place to piss

a place to pray

the cost of the passage

of my food and waste

so now, does that make me

the eternal slave

or just someone unwilling

to dissolve you

for the price of 5000 days

the silence of the goats

 

sometimes, I think

I am a sheep or goat

following the flock

until its time to be culled

which seems to be

shoving into a ravine

until theres a deep enough one

that I will be broken for sure

and pretending to smile

and care and care and care

when someone else shows interest

in saving my life

and i look at what i called family

thats 5000 years old

im not sure family's a thing

just time and material

a natural cycle

An eternal ode to gratitude

I have often believed

that step 15 of the story

is where S and B sat

sitting, smiling, relentlessly believing

in I, me, myself, the we

today I sit again

by a pile of the dead

waiting for them to return

in fade and memory

hacking at solid ground

when the canopy of stars
has been made
sandalwood turned to sky
all lights have dimmed and blazed
just right, just then
my hands still reach somedays
feel ready and justified to claw at
more than I can reach
more time, more bevel
if today I could have the power
to stretch forth two hands
and reach somewhere
change someone
hold on to something
then everything will be all right