poem on january 15, 2004

 		 
 
killing is easy
but remember
lethal

before the sky light
on the art bell show
a man was talking
about the hallelujah diet
where you don't eat anything
that has a face

think of it

you take a vow
anything that you can look at
face to face
into the eyes
you won't eat

the world's not ready for it
too earth bound
we are full of blood
anchored in flesh

(how right is it to go on a paying 'vacation'
onto the south dakota and montana reservations
'helping' the natives
is it truly a 'good' thing
or more white breading of america?)

this morning
is the final deer shoot
if indeed
the remaining 3 of the 25 quota
is 'attained'

(the hermit crab
needs a new shell
she has outgrown the old one
but
so vulnerable, naked, exposed, unprotected
as she steps out
in search of her next home)

hard to accept...

i don't light my
candle until almost 9 a.m.
as i hear the first shot ring out

sun through my window
prism rainbows on the white ceiling
vapor flying off the water
with the wind chill way below zero

this obsession
to finish the killing of the deer
tribe

feels way against nature

but then again
it IS
nature isn't it?

unpredictable
impossible
to completely tame

can you take the sting
out of the bee?

across cyberspace
flash popups
on how to enlarge penis size

and the rhythmic sound of oars
into and out of water
as men row out to check their big boats
in this frigid weather


  
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