Castoffs
Do you think that Donald J. Trump and family have realized yet that those who pull their strings are going to hang them out to dry? The puppet-masters are going to walk away free and clear with everything they wanted and the Trump name will live in infamy forever. They will walk in the valley of shadow for failing to recognize evil.
A Christmas Carol
This is the season of listening. The chains forged in life, I am listening to them. The fictional character, Donald J. Trump, has seized the imagination, the cult of personality. In the war between Heaven and Hell, I am waiting to hear the clank of his chains, hopefully before he dies, and hopefully before I do.
It could be that giant goose eaten around the dark, cold times of Winter Solstice. Hark the herald angels clanking, Donald J. Trump is going to Hell.
Fallen Angels
I appreciate the idea that the U.S.A. is the great Satan and all, but we have known that since the sixties. We have known since the forties that sometimes to defeat an enemy, you become the enemy. I think the English taught the O.S.S. that.
Still, as far as Satan goes, he was not the only fallen angel. There appear to be a lot of lesser angels jockeying for the Lord of Hell position. Us little imps are just there to carry the water and chop the wood.
Nancy Pelosi
She did her time as a speaker, and yet we still have Donald J. Trump. She survived the weapons of mass destruction trick, but many, many people did not. We still got Donald J. Trump.
Perhaps she is progressive, but is she progressive enough? Time to try somebody new. We still have Donald J. Trump. Forward needs a course correction, science people! . . . read the compass before the field shifts from South to North and North to South! We have Donald J. Trump!
The Miner’s Wife
She had six kids and a husband.
She spent a long time raising them.
The Silver Valley wasn’t home,
but it became that eventually.
Originally it was the Midwest someplace,
before the war.
On an island in the middle of a lake:
Six kids . . . and the rest of them,
the bastard step children or just the stray
dogs. It is the same every summer.
It is a vacation in the sun.
They put in her coffin the tomatoes
she never got around to canning before
she died. She wasn’t going to stick them
with all those tomatoes. They put in
a bottle of Yukon Jack, and a pack of Kools.
They were thoughtful, and tossed in a fresh
lighter. They put in a cold one in a can
cooler. It is always a long trip to somewhere.
The journey started with beer;
the journey ended with beer.
It is always a long trip to somewhere.
Dark places underground are strange,
things growing in the light less, and the light
reflects off dark pools from the miner’s lamps.
In the light of day, we keep on drinking
before we go back underground.
Above ground at night we keep
on drinking before we go back
underground during the day.
Upbringing
What happens when you teach hormone driven creatures to take what is theirs, that it all can be theirs, and they cannot loose? They are failures if they lose: anger?
What happens when you teach hormone driven creatures to never take what is theirs, that nothing is theirs, and that they cannot win? They are failures if they win: frustration?
What happens when hormone driven creatures are broken, get frustrated and angry, when it is all theirs but is not? They go mad when it is never theirs and they cannot win: rebellion?
Domestic Tranquility
All Donald J. Trump has to do to make all his problems go away, the Grand Jury investigation go away, he would get my full support and a written apology for my ignorance and lack of understanding is to release his tax returns, with schedules from 1980 forward. 1980 to 2017 and it all goes away. However he will not do this because he probably has something to hide. He is probably a criminal. He is probably compromised by foreign nationals.
The people who supported him and worked for him will not have aided and abetted in a criminal conspiracy to defraud the U.S. His tax returns will demonstrate that his policies do not reflect his financial interests. His tax returns will show that during his presidency he has not violated the emoluments clause of the Constitution. All the people who are in Trump’s administration have to have told him that all he has to do is release those returns and all of the “fake news” will stop. All he has to do to prove “no collusion” is release his tax returns. All this goes away and everybody will be tranquil again, we will all be working for the common good.
All of this goes away. So, why will he not do that?
All of this goes away.
Fire Storms
Litany for the Dying
Out there they are burning a stubble field.
The streets of town are filled with smoke.
The forests are on fire, and our fate is sealed.
Sun bloody coin, the smoke will not yield.
They are farmers of clay, just old plain folk.
Out there they are burning a stubble field.
Machines are the physicians, many lives reeled.
The pulse is weak, breath shallow, spirit broke.
The forests are on fire, and our fate is sealed.
Torch all the stubble, it’s not there to shield
the life of a mouse, the soil to cloak.
Out there they are burning a stubble field.
Everything green the oxen have peeled,
faithless the gifts of wheel, harness, and yoke.
The forests are on fire, and our fate is sealed.
A child cries with hope to be healed
from nightmares and dreams which never are spoke.
Out there they are burning a stubble field;
the forests are on fire, and our fate is sealed.
Published in For the Love of Death, the early years, 2nd ed., S.I.N., 1993; published first on line at johnsmithiimxiii.blogspot.com
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Last year, when the fires in the Western U.S. were relentless and the smoke was so bad that I had started wearing a mask to try and save my lungs while working out in it, I began to recall writing something about the infernos that were beginning to engulf us all across the face of the planet. It took me a long time to find it. It must have been written sometime in the ’80s. It was one of my early experiments with a villanelle. History is filled with the great fires and destruction of humanities cities: London, Rome, the great library of Alexandria, Chicago, San Francisco. We are seeing something broader than these events, something that is a threat to our species, and we have been looking at the looming specter for quit some time.