on the horizon

i ask myself

who will see it

who will notice those cries heard in the night

be complicit in the crimes outside our door?

will ours be a voice trembling 'neath a dimming bulb

warning that the light we see is dark?

totalitarians love war as if bred for their tables

blood, the red wine coating their throats

when people disappear, they'll help them hide

because crimes against the struggling are cause for more

we'll shake our heads when the warning sirens wail

longing that the enemy would learn that we are right

who imagines our sincerity to be tainted

nothing is more natural than knowing God's on our side

when we smell flesh as the dust rains upon our heads

will the silent torture of convictions spew vomit on the streets?

when The Bomb. our bombs sprinkle the lawns of our villages

will then a whimper arise to explore the rubble of despair?

when bodies return wrapped in their symbolic flag

will it be too late to redirect the silent movie

to cancel the show about dandelions on our lawns

and show the face which horrified the dreams of our parents

now possessive of our lungs as a suffocating theme?

are we to salute or weep the dead murdered at our hands

for they will be our brothers, our children

our neighbors slain upon the carpeted earth?

then the airy transparency of our majesty

will lay crumbling like a yellowed constitution

released finally from its vacuumed tomb

who will see it

who will notice

complicit in the crimes outside our door

as oblong clouds stretch cross the azure sky

as if beds awaiting heads to rest upon?

*Human nature: the beautiful face with the ugly scars.

*"Whatever remains unconscious emerges later as fate.

  -Carl Jung

*Reflections of Alan Jones:

  -Gigantic questions about love, death, power, and time feed the soul.  They do not confront us as problems to be solved, but as mysteries to be wondered at, or intractable darknesses to be raged at or endured.

  -...we need to learn that there is power in surrender, in contemplation of the gigantic things.

  -Without the willingness too be still on the beach and play poker, we won't have the energy or resources that laughter and simple exhilaration in being alive brings.

  -Soul making...has something to do with paying attention to the Things Invisible, things which do not lend themselves to manipulation and control.