MOTHERS DAY 2003
Civilization born
between Tigris and Euphrates
blood still running down both legs
MOTHERS DAY 2003
Civilization born
between Tigris and Euphrates
blood still running down both legs
GRAVE
From every body dropped
into the not quite solid earth
ripples of might have been
US
Each of us is them
each of us on every side
every bomb suicide
WAR POEMS
Every poem
is an anti war poem
Although
people of prose
have often bent the light
to lead the young to their deaths
PRESIDENTS NEED LOVE TOO
If every statement
is either a please or a thank you
and it just might be true
Then maybe all George’s little Georgie
wants for Christmas is just to feel safe
And if that’s true, and it might be too
Then all I want
is for him to find a safer way to do it
WITCHES AND WARLOCKS
I think
that the witches will win in the end
Independent as cats, stealthier than stealths
and higher than scuds they fly
every which, every which, every which way
While the warlocks are locked
into trying to rule
with the clumsy clubs of war
JERUSALEM AND OTHER TRAVELS
I wake in the night
in a prison of my making
rattling the bars of might have been
and should and should not have done
Unable to escape I pace and I wait
For Buddha to melt the illusion
Or for Jesus to open the door
with sweet forgiveness
Or God to at least send along
a minor prophet with
a file in a cake
BACK IN AMERICA – NEWS OF BOMBING
Before we came to Israel
this was happening in our world
now it is happening on our street
A TOAST TO OUR HOSTS
People of Israel
thank you for opening
we have fallen into your hearts
I STILL DON’T GET IT
When all is said
and oh so much is done
each side makes perfect sense
what they do to each other makes none