and did you know these tiny sprouts
these little leaves and baby greens
already hold the heavy flavors of their final selves?
…to be the archaeologist of one’s own past,
as if the sleeper, wakened now, alert,
was perched at the top of a trench
peering at something shining down below
We enter them in sleep, hang our masks
on a hook and our names are erased.
The silenced crowd pressed forward,
Waiting for those pigs to hang,
Shutting up their Satan tongues.
And Satan said unto the Lord, “You have your work
and I have mine, but there is no sin the world
cannot hold,” and the Lord, he laughed himself a big one
rock the baby in our arms
so mom can sleep in the next room,
hours sliding by like gentle ghosts
Those five trees across the way I named Pleiades—till
one more fell to earth
The facts are clear and they are shocking: Factory farming is unhealthy for consumers, dangerous for workers, and devastating for the environment, and it is the largest cause of animal cruelty in the history of mankind.
won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life?
The smell of smoke’s now in the air,
which means a fire is not far off.
Which means something will kindle in you
if you let it
The scarecrow watched over
His congregation, even as wind
And storms tore at his clothes
And the crows grew to know
His indecisive guardianship
By tradition, poets have the authority to write epitaphs. It goes with their famous license, their claiming the verbal right to confront death in whatever context death presents itself while using poetry’s concision to arrive at a just, incisive summary.
Heavenly Father
Who looks down on us
With all our confusions
The number of Americans who are vegans or vegetarians has doubled in recent years.