by SMSmithIron locustsBelching black exhaustionRound on roundTo gorge uponThe gilt of autumn. Round on roundTo pour out ripe September. Round on roundSpewing dry-rowed chaffFor other teethTo gleanConcentric wealsInto ingots of hollow gold. Round on roundFrom dawnTo crew-cut dawnSwallowingDisgorgingArtEssenceSeasonSimilitude. Round on roundLayering strataTo invisible strataOf fruits and daysToo soonForgot. © 1987
It seems as a nation we have been persistently blind to the wealth redistribution that has been going on for decades, chiefly presided over by laissez-faire Republican capitalists.* Wealth redistribution that is abundantly documented except for those who are so ideologically reflexive they have become functionally blind in the right eye—their only focus devoted to
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Eliot* was a crusader. He stood for justice, truth, and consequence. He presented a virtuous face to the world. But behind his words there was an opposing story. It was not a story he wanted made public. It was conducted in secrecy. It violated the principles he presented to the world. He hoped his words
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Please, let us be honest. Yes, we can love America. We can cherish her foundational principles and democratic ideals, but to say that one has always been proud of America is to demonstrate: 1) a woeful ignorance of the documented facts and patterns of U.S. policy and action over the past 200 plus years,* OR2)
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by SMSmith Curried greenAnd seen if seenIn the hasteOf a summer’s morn. Not seenIn winter daysIn the overcastted lateOf dream-spent spendersCaughtIn the nightOf artificial light. From body-tiredTo mindless easeFrom consuming, routinedHours to pleasePowers and privilege. Weekend escapesVacation leavesPast miles unseenFrom abodes unseenDouble-locked and alarmed. Embellished wallsWide, mortgaged hallsAllVaulted silence. Emptied In the endless searchFor enoughOf
Poor Jeremiah, the First! Forty years he spent trying to stem the flood of national self-deception. He was stoned with insults, from the lowly mob through every class, rank, and commentator (through the reigns of three kings Josiah, Jehoiakim, and Zedekiah). At last, when insults were not enough his detractors resorted to the real thing.
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by SMSmithOnceLaid upon the altar of the worldThe innocent child of the Hinnom wildKilled amidst the groves.[1] NowLaid upon the altar of the worldThe neglected child in pursuits reviledFor things laid up in store.The ciphered child in perversities defiledBy addicts demeaning, ever demanding more.And the embryo child in a world beguiledBy rights of all but
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