Category: Poetry

Not born a winner

Whole industries created

to enticed me into not

breaking even

Escape from the game

impossible

Who speaks against

when it is necessary?

No.

Not that.

Turn back the song of sadness

of broken dreams and fear

And sing your song of gladness

so everyone can hear

Beings disembarked

fresh from the city

built a town

a fortress

walls

a replica

of the places

they came from

replicating

those things they hated

in the left-behind

Outside those walls

were the Others

pushing back

the Unknown

summoning the uncertainty

the distortion

that is a new boundary

so that once more

the train could move on

to a new borderland

Like the universe

humanity expands

and gravitationally contracts

into clumps

of sameness

ever spreading

further apart

until the border becomes

the edge of the clump

rather than

the edge of humanity

Fundamentally I know

the givers will reach

the prize

at the end of the rainbow

of human endeavor

and put it to good use

for the good of us all

…even the takers

Oh, yeah…life goes on.

Am I more like a krill in Mono Lake

or a whale who swims the sea?

Am I a caged up mountain lion

or a springbok, bounding free?

Oh, yeah…life goes on.

Are the currents in the rivers

or are they my uncertainty?

Will I ever find the words

to describe all that I see?

Oh, yeah…life goes on.

Are we gorillas behind glass

or porpoises in pools?

Have we walled the world away from us

because we can use tools?

Oh, yeah…life goes on.

Awkwardly I ask the air

am I living in a bowl?

It’s probably time to listen to

the music in my soul.

War

is only defeated

when its offspring

are not born