POEM FIFTY-TWO

In the blue screened light of my laptop
I wonder about the economists’ problem
about not creating enough wealth

The problem isn’t about
creating enough wealth
is it

Ask the Four Percent

They hoard more than enough

My dog looks at me as I consider
the problem isn’t creating wealth

Indeed
it’s that too much poverty
is being created

Like charts, graphs and projections
poverty is an entirely
human creation

With
Intention

the poor are created
so that wealth may be horded

Four percent of the population
willfully create states of poverty

This is the fundamental understanding
of the rational mind
remember science class
cause and effect

While putting gas in the car
I wondered about natural resources
things both worshipped and wasted
depending on which side of the market
one sits on

And I considered the greatest natural resource

People
undervalued
and wasted

My dog gets up
losing patience
wanting to walk

The thought occurs to me
as we walk in moonlight

As weapons are intentionally
manufactured and violently deployed
so is poverty

Likewise is poverty
intentionally
manufactured and deployed

Violently

Poverty is practiced violence
exploding hollow-points into
individuals families and communities

Poverty is the violent rape
of our most precious resource
humans
people
children

Neighbors

Poverty is the torture and death
of starvation for countless people

Poverty is calculated
poverty is Four Percent waging
violent war on the rest

A lone goose calls across the lake
as my heart turns to spirit

Call it what it is

Poverty is violence

Where is my
WWJD
bracelet when I need it

Peace be with you

POEM EIGHT

The relentless thirst I own seems
unquenchable

My mouth is dust
for your cool clean water

Life is in
your liquid

So deep is the well of your water

And short is the buckets' rope

POEM THREE

The storms of our conjuring

Floods of consciousness rush to pillage the
landscape of my mind
reshaping the geography between my ears
to flood the delta of my heart
the river of life
over its banks
down
into the sea of being
to be remixed and remade

Yet on the now barren banks
such lushness and life will fill them again