The weary warrior’s eyes glazed
contemplative or angry
I could not tell
with me no longer
Weary
she said
Simply weary
too much anger
so little change
a thousand wounds
a blog for every wrong
ten mittened fingers for a hundred weeping dikes
no answer blowing in some long forgotten wind
Cries for justice dissonant
rhythm less
language sans syntax
one vote one veto
Nations united for commerce
oil for food to nourish cannon fodder for the machine
marching us ever forward to our doom
Ten mittened fingers for a thousand weeping dikes
no answer blowing in some long forgotten wind
I wished to lift her up
carry her home
To say on eagle’s wings brought more remembering
of mercury
still more than all the world allows
And DDT
feathered first people dancing in the desert
A journey of a thousand miles
ends while its beginning
turn turn turning in the wind
Here and here and here she thrusts and parries
The Patriot Act
Iran Iraq
Katrina Katrina
Her winds lay bare the weakened levies
the heart of health care
poverty
equal rights
now decimal points
not points of light
Here a phantom
There a blog
Here a demi-god
saying the sanctity of heterosexual
is worth going to war for
St Joan and Mother Courage long forgot
This new created Lorna Doone fights on
Search through the countless headless windmills
necromancer politicians and their pals create
openly enticing us to lose our brotherhood to hate
Thrust and parry
thrust and parry
she can not stop to rest
Thrust and parry
Thrust and parry
Working for the brightness at its best
Ten mittened grasping caring fingers
carry on the fight
--Jeff McCallum