Freedom derives from the Lord’s eyes, but leaves
a bloody trail in his wake. For forests burn
and plastic congests oceans suffocating
Earth. This is the greatest violence ever
seen by man. The destruction of our home-
the only home we humans have ever known.
Hunger, thirst, pollution, extinction, death
all the symptoms stem from the same bane-
a golden bull in New York drenched in black sludge.
Billionaires slyly desire escape to space
as a solution, but there’s only one road
to salvation, and it lies on the ground.
It is easy to say but hard to do:
erect a guillotine to bloody each crown.
Yes, I am one who wastes far too many
of my sparse thoughts on the daily mundane,
so who am I to offer remedy
for beauty sprouting seemingly from plain
brown eyes? I watch as you try to get high
off residue, and you, my love, are far
from pathetic. Our flame is dignified
while licking cannabis in lieu of water.
Your tepid tongue intertwines with mine and
the ashes of my flesh combine with spit,
creating words I never thought I’d send
from my mind let alone my mouth and it
feels good, us. We felt good, we’re still good
at times, yet our mouths have been filled with blood.
Forgive me, if only I’d emulate
The grace that you have carried in your heart.
Abide with me, although you emanate
A modesty and humbleness, apart
I’ve been from Him and you, it’s been too long.
I have tried, and yet I fail to love
At times. The darkness in my mind is wrong.
You know there is some goodness in your dove;
Your child, the mustard seed, small but growing.
The stubborn tree, a nuisance through and through.
Yet you have taught me all about sowing,
To cut the weeds and branches gone askew.
And so I wish to let you know I’ve grown,
Because of you I’ll never be alone.