1.

when i see that judges have used
the word ‘evil’ to describe a criminal
i get scared and hopeless
no matter what the crime was.

in the days after 9/11
as the homeless adult day room
staff were gathering into groups
to process the effects of the attack
one of my co-workers said
“i know we all want this
bin laden guy dead” and i
had to speak up. i didn’t
want that in my name, i don’t want
to throw death around like it’s a
reward or punishment. i couldn’t do it
and i wouldn’t ask others to.

when i read the hateful comments
about ‘hoping they get what
they deserve’ in the news comments section
i wince. people are inventive and
rage-filled and nearly demonic.
i’ll write poetry like that but
i would never post a comment like that.
that’s MY ‘right speech.’ it’s different.
that’s me calling out hypocrisy.
just because someone trampled on humans
doesn’t mean you trample them.

and i know there are scenes,
i know there are cases,
i know there are moments when
this sort of vision is impossible,
but just so you remember,

you’d be surprised at who all is a victim.

jk 4/27/16

2.

i need to be dancing,
it’s late,
foot dragging
over sole massager.

to lean up
and swing
like a board.
stick a swivel in it,
launch out,
stare at lawns
as i sweat indoors.

to plank out,
put a hinge on it,
crank up
and feel the roof of sky
brush my backbone.

i’m rusty neck,
new springtime clouds,
i’m bowed and tremulous,
singing aloud.

jk 4/28/16

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