a dictator
a dictator lives
in a den of wolves
and feeds them
with luscious parts
of his body
once they've got
the taste
he unleashes them
on their own country
which they chew up
with teeth knashing
ripping the heart
from every body
that refuses to hear his
doctrine scratched on
a sacred scroll
of death
* * *
8/31/02
the spy
they say he sees
everything
and won't say a
word about it
can't buy him out
can't meet his price
can't find it
he walks around
an encyclopedia
to himself
and no one knows
him
he's never seen
he's invisible even
to himself
* * *
7/31/02
a chance vision
I
saw Jesus Christ
walk into an army
surplus store
and walk out with
a helmet on his head
hoisting a pack
over his shoulder
I asked him what
was happening
and he threw me
a leaflet
from some church
advocating war
he shook his head
as he passed and
under his helmet
I saw a crown of thorns
he's still suffering
no matter what religion
has him teaching
their curriculum
* * *
9/17/02
the wisdom of
water
I
sought out the rocky streams
in the Cascades
in Oregon
that water had life
and
sustenance
that water kept
on moving and
it seemed nothing
could stop it
I'm a poet but only
a joker
in comparison to
that water
I don't have sacred
wisdom in me
and the small pieces
of any answer
I possess have the
habit of standing still
and haunting me
for holding it
* * *
9/17/02