arising from the tomb

this morning I awoke as if arising from the tomb
my heavy burden of four purgatorial years had lifted
because did something i did not do four years ago
i voted for an American hero.
and I learned.

i awoke to a country divided but with some states firmly decided
on their future and their wishes
though they were not the same as mine.

but I learned.
the poor western states' red this morning
reminded me of the ever hungry fire dragon
that might consume the weak.

i learned those states were strong in their resolve
who was I to tell them how to solve
their problems?
i do not awake this morning
with the same problems as they

i learned the poor but moral have had their day
and if the day comes that they grow poorer
who am i to say what burden they cannot bear?
they know what is in their best interests
i do not, for i am no longer poor

i learned poor but moral parents
have put their trust in the incumbent,
who am i to educate on what is best for them?
if it be their child who is left behind
i have neither say nor responsibili-tay
for i have no child

i learned they are ready for their children
to take up arms instead of books
and if their sons cannot afford college or avoid the draft
who am i to say how their child should live or die?
for i am not a parent.

i learned somethings from the southeastern retired
for their states this morning where red like fire
as was the white-haired south desert crew's.
who am i to tell them what to do?
for i am not yet old.

when the incumbent's plan ends up a fake
and they realize what burden it will make
i must believe that they did see
it was euthanasia via apathy.
i will step back for it is not my place
to choose with what comforts they pass on
or that they die with grace.
for i am not yet dying.

i learned from the bible belt that came through loud and clearly
and took up issues for their god sincerely.
to the moral majority, i must bow my head
who am i to tell them whom to love or to wish dead.
for i do not worship in such a ...fashion.

today.

i awoke as if from the tomb
the gloom of last night gone
the sun upon my face washing me free
of disgrace
my heart is light with my limited understanding

i did what i could.
i accept what i have learned.

in a peculiar way i feel like Pontious Pilate
washing my hands free of the sin
even as the poor, the old,and the moral selfrighteous
send their christs to die again,and again,
and again.

it is their right.
we all have but one vote.

i have washed myself free from blame
i made my stand and am reborn again
the burden is now in their red hands.

this for certain

I could move to someplace new
and be happy for a time
until my mind wrapped around something
upon which to place
all my pain, shame, guilt, and blame.

Better to stand here
in the desert of despair
and look within
to my barbwired heart
beyond the barbwire
to the fiery red dragon
that feasts upon
every morsel of complaint

Tame the dragon
with tears of compassion
and everywhere
my feet may pass
shall be eternal bliss

Speak, Sit, Beg

Bow--bow
Bowsy--wow--wow

he speaks his "mind"
yeah his unkind timber mind
he says "got wood?"
well some mamas might need pine

He thinks
Questions stink
but has a few of his own
gotten from Rove on loan like--
If a soldier drops in the desert
and no media is there to hear

Ruff -- Ruff

struts like a proud peacock
eye's a blinking like he's been shocked
brick brains, insane--dont care about
blood stains
while a brother's life
drains out
in Iraq

he snorts and jeers
but he don't care for the mamas' tears
he likes to laugh
when other mamas ask "draft?"

Bow wow. Now.

Rotten puppy sitting
Wilder puppy thinking
he's outwitting
but only a few
thick as brick too
that's the clue

Hieee hieee woof woof
arr arr arrrooo

tv media beg - begs
on hind legs for treat - treats
Fox grabs the bags and the gloves
gets the shovel
while they shove
begging for the inside scoop
here's a poop scooper

feed your dog
he's growling--
making a show

24--7
grrrrrr