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So weary of this war machine

where “They” and “Them

MUST BE DESTROYED

 

So easy

when it’s THEM

Because

THEY

did

THAT and

THEY deserve it

 

Children, howling, slapping back

With all the rage and indignation of a God

(we bluster)

all the bite and brawl of a rabid Dog

(we attack)

 

Heeding the seasick call of

an infrasound fear,

beating just out of reach,

behind our eyes,

pulsing,

beneath our hearts

in the slick, oily underbelly

underscoring,

undermining,

the syncopated rhythms

of our own internal compass

Jarring our needles from their

HOMEward pointing cradles

spinning them, careening

towards a magnetic pole

that leaves us all thin,

dizzy and amnesiac

 

All less than our whole

 

Stretched and translucent

Far from community

from tribal unity

from our humanity

 

And just as senseless,

just as petty,

just as bereft of higher vibration

or thought

 

Naked

of true meaning

of THE purpose

that IS

 

love

 

An action so small

Four tiny letters typed on a page

A line, a circle, an unfinished inverted triangle, an arm encircling in half-embrace

Four letters (4)

To bring us HOME

 

So

Ready

to join arm-and-arm with fellow humans

REAL humans

not automaton politicos

or Wall Street thieves

or the grift of man-made marketer dreams

 

So

Ready

to leave behind all the gaping, ooze of want

(disguised as NEED)

to abandon our Corporate Overlords

to their empty marbled fortunes

and gristle-strewn lies

 

(All of them, long ago parted

from the heft and whisper of their 10.5 ounce fisted muscle,

aortic valves parched, cracked and curling at their edges

their barren chests echoing with the hollow reverberations of a desolate chamber)

 

Peeling back these crusty, wilted layers,

the greed-covered rot, 

to find that better place

where those four tiny letters

and empathy,

kindness,

and consideration,

reside

 

To find us,

and them,

and they,

 

Are WE.

 

Reunited –

blooming in the Bedouin desert

hand-feeding one another,

feasting, on the honeyed milk-giggles

of OUR children

 

 

Vanessa Nix Anthony

June 14, 2016

Written by Rainee Squatch

June 14, 2016 at 4:18 pm