Crow Feather Totem VI

Walking on a windy day
My shadow flew away.

Next day the wind was back,
My father vanished into black.

Walking on a windy day
My mother fell to earth.

Next day leaves were flying,
My eldest left the house.

Walking on a still day
My shadow shows the way.

The Unspeakable Girl

The divine girl is missing
From Poland, from Czechoslovakia,
From Hungary and the Ukraine…
We mustn’t speak about the divine girl.
She has gone into the streets
And brothels of Europe,
Tel Aviv and the Emirates…
She has gone into the underworld,
Vanished into namelessness,
Passed through corridors,
Swallowed the darkness.
She is unspeakable, expendable.
Shh, don’t speak
About the unspeakable girl.

Substitutes for a Nightmare

Arms deals and beheading,
Education attacked in Hungary.
Good in evil and evil in good,
Terror and subterfuge.
Ignorance can’t be reconciled.
The rich minority in the interests
Of the rich minority.
The wrong people in authority
Pollute population with corruption.
President carrying human head
Offers no apology.
Books begin burning again,
Ashes mock teachers and holy men.
Nuclear attacks on God
Fail to destroy God.
Time is dead forever.
The hatred continues.
The hatred conditions.
Mafias close one ear
And toast in Russian.
Brexit decides to text it,
America to sext it,
Oligarchs to own it,
Working class to suffer it,
Israel to shekel it,
Media to condemn it,
Turkey to meddle in it
And Asia to cook it.
No wonder earth is dying.
Mothers of mothers crying.
The best stop trying.
We can’t tell who’s lying.

Adult Children and the World

Does anyone else notice an inordinate number of adult children? Both men and women. Is it the natural progression of the video-game man child? Anyway, there seems to be more. You could generally count on older generations who experienced war and hardship not to be fools. That was their strength. Now there’s no one to say “you don’t know what being a fanatic means,” or “you have no idea what the cost of hatred is.” We have these people, but we call them refugees and confuse them with the oppression they are fleeing.

The trend toward authoritarianism becomes even more frightening when we see infant dictators applauding their own nuclear ambitions or discontented potentates dragging the world down for their own selfish gains.

Crow Feather Totem V

A white feather in the grass
Like a spirit return
Under star spider legs
Riding grass snake wind
In the region of the disembodied
Shadows flying over the field
For the longest moment
I had forgotten the road
A white feather
And the speed of light

School of Music

Not the doors we never open
But the invitation of a violin.

A student sings from La bohème.
Better than ovations, his passionate devotion.

In another room, two trumpets
Sound out the physics of justice.

A young woman with bass clarinet
Or strange fish caught in a drift net.

A bassoonist down the corridor,
All thumbs at the woodwind door.

Every work a work in progress,
Perfecting imperfection in chorus.

Not the doors we never open
But the invitation of a violin.