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Eve Gets Angry with God after Reading

Her High School Science Book


On the fifth day

after the Big Bang,

God brought forth

beasts of the Earth,

including dinosaurs

all shapes and sizes.

On day six, God created

Adam & Eve, blessing

them: "be fruitful

and multiply."

Next day, God smiled

at his intelligent design

and rested.

Adam & Eve

learned quickly

to run for their lives,

trying weary best

to avoid pterodactyl's

swooping claws,

Tyrannosaurus Rex's

heart-pounding footsteps

& meat-shredding

molars, the long sharp

tusk of Triceratops.

Eve was the one

who expressed

their anger: "Why

the Hell couldn't he

give Evolution

a few million more years

to kill off the dinosaurs

before making us?




With Eyes on the Kitchen Table


On my kitchen table, there is a photo of a prisoner

wearing a hood & electrical wires, forced to stand

on a box with arms outstretched.


Who would order the sort of torture

that human-sculpts a prisoner into a Christ-like figure?

Aren't the contradictions too obvious even


for "military intelligence"? And who would quietly

take the photo, etching this moment for eternity?

These last few weeks, I've been talking


to the guy in the picture. I asked him what his

name was, whether he has a family, is he able

to return, does he have permanent physical


scars, were there slits in that hood enabling

him to see his torture, did he think the hood

was meant to look like a Klan hood, was


the Christ pose supposed to insult his religion?

I asked whether and how often they sent electro

shocks through those wires and were wires


really hooked to genitals as rumored, had they beaten

him before and after this pose? After a week

of my questions I began to feel terrible for adding


more queries he was in no position to volunteer

to answer. Shifting gears, I started alternating

between apologies on behalf of America's


true majority, then changing my mind & assuring

him most Americans would never condone

such unconscionable action, that we were separate


from our current administration & were really not

responsible, though I would not be able to offer many

certainties until the November results were in. Unsure


in the end whether a personal apology was warranted

or would be seen helpful, I promised the guy I would

speak up, that one day in America the buck would stop


with each of us, not excluding our elected leaders––

but not even a vow of activism could elicit even a hint

of absolution from the guy in the photo. It was


the kind of visual testimony that creates a bubble shame

out of thin air, which spreads across all known

physical, psychological, and multimedia boundaries.


And then there were other photos, naked pyramids

of chained humiliation, men with fist-sized chunks

of thigh-flesh ripped off bones by military dogs, bluing


corpses packed in army shower ice, smiling torturers

framing mad power's most wretched wounds, videos

of U.S. soldier rapes thus far only privately screened


in congressional curtained rooms. Pull those drapes away

so we can look into the victims' eyes and experiment

with magic word combinations from now until that day. 




Inauguration Day 2005


I'm not sure why I went to DC and wandered the bloody streets in torn socks except

I felt the need to test myself and see if I could avoid the stray nails, wearing my anti-Bush

buttons and letting loose a few chants from deepest vocal chords to help a few tens of

thousands nudge the new century's trials along their awkwardly chosen path.


What would one extra body mean amidst a dense crowd of war protest signs juxtaposed

surreally against men in bowler hats & hundreds of women in furs? But, having been to

the 2001 protests after this president stole his way into the White House, I wasn't going 

to miss the fun this year,


wasn't going to miss the sidewalk cracks let loose their most heat-filled eco-poisoned winter

steam, I thought we owed it to the world and to our own reputations and safety to see how

many hours we could survive the frigid cold with just a short-sleeve shirt and two dozen

snipers atop every office building aiming their postmodern firing squad.


It was perfect context for Bush's speech on freedom: "We are going to spread liberty

and depleted uranium all across the planet these next four years. For the sake of

patriotism and your own children's survival, please avert your eyes from the filled

corridors of Basra's cancer specialty hospital."


The signs in D.C. were a hodgepodge of pretty valid complaints: "Starve the War / Feed

the Poor," "Bush Kills," "The President is a Liar," "Save social Security, Dump Bush,"

"In Nuremburg, they put war criminals on trial, here they are putting one back into the

oval office," "not my president" if only....


About 15 people staged a die-in at 16th & H, a few covering themselves with the United
for Peace and Justice banner "We the People Say No to the Bush Agenda," as police cars
approached and parked watching them for an hour or two, while many a passerby tried
ignoring or inventing new insults,


a high school class walked by in yellow uniform rows of two with teacher and several
assistants barking orders "keep moving!", "don't look!"  A guy in grey suit asks his
friend "what are they doing?" "Lying down." "Good, run them over!" "We are going to
spread liberty and depleted uranium these next four years."


On 14th Street between F & Pennsylvania, the cops form a triangle like the start of a
billiard game then charge young protesters with batons up, then retreat and let the energetic
pack back into the street. It smells a bit like teargas may have been used here, and a guy
with long hair & white Jesus robes walks thru wearing a sign:


"Not my chosen one." A woman with grey hair stands alone next to Department of Veteran
Affairs holding sign "Bring Them Home." One woman mid-twenties short hair & tatoo
carries a "No mandate" poster. I wonder whether it would be possible to develop a positive
platform based on the signs being carried here?


What's going to happen these next 4 years? Where goes the environment? How would we
prevent global warming given that Batman's arch nemesis Mr. Freeze has been given the
Industrial Regulation Keys? For how long will the New Deal social security checks continue
to arrive?


When will the "Salvador-option" death squads written about in Newsweek and in
Seymour Hersh's New Yorker article begin to appear on Baghdad or DC streets? Soon,
we are going to have freedom and depleted uranium knocking door to door across
the planet's most crowded cities, is this what Jefferson envisioned?


On train back home to NYC I hear we're going to get a big snowstorm in next few days.
All the planet has heard today's weather report. Two-thirds of the listeners feel sure the
weather anchor has lost his mind, the other third believe he is relaying blizzard reports
directly from god. The passengers on my train car are holding our collective breaths.