“Experience, Ground, Sky, Us, We, Mr President”

 

Lovely sentiment on this cold fine day.

 

…But turn this ground over, find the bones

of the many who do not crave the

tyranny of the few.

 

Hold this experience up to the sky,

see through to the other side of labor

-relentless grinding of wheels and 

flesh and spirits for the few who

spend the many like coins.

 

Pennies left on the street

where countless boots, soles

and heels grind the pavement into dust.

Dust that chokes the breath of the many

while the few live above the din and

ash carried on the wind.

 

The one wind that blows our

farms, cities, oceans, plains

into deserts. Our sky has

become Our enemy;

 

tortured by We the people.

Roused to defend its world

from Our world.

Who can defeat the sky?

 

Yes we go to our homes

under one sky

– once “plum blush” now red from lust

-Our lust, the few, the many, the People