V More Poems for “Many Votes, Many Voices”

The Mother of Water Lives Beyond the Clouds

As flowers erode, air is lightened,
the discontinuity of density increases,
as the loyalty of a son is marked in yellow, all howls of a confused nature

are never counted above the clouds, like ghosts of the past, not always kind, some winds are incalculable,
like an unscrubbed vegetable,

hallowed for clean texture and a clear voice, endowed as a crucial conflagration,
a promise idling just below the dirt,
waiting for a growing of emancipation.

Timing erupts like a mother’s magma,bequeathing water to all unwashed feet.

In Good Hands by Larry Goodell

It’ll get out of hand if you hand it over to a cruel hand.
They’re waiting in the shadows to dust your future with disaster.And then you cough and come down with lung rot.
Or simply die untended with cancer or simply die unattended with cancer.
Healthcare is a right and not a privilege of the privileged
who have no interest in your rights and would assume you have none.For isn’t it a club as they try to get to the club of the club of the clubs
and more of them make it while the earth of everyone what we used to call the masses are their debris, for their wealth must be strangled out of somethingmainly you and me, the cocksie Koch’s are cockless about what’s going ontheir think-tanks can be run by only so many people – they forget the bees
yes the busy bees of persistence, dedication perseverance passion
insistence, millions of little bees the whole alphabet of resistance
for what is right, common sense, commonality, non-party insistence on the good
the eruption of care, yes care for others, not do as thou wilt
but do unto others what you would have them do unto you
or have you forgotten, you stupid you, with all your brains narrowed into conniving
you forget the bees, we bees work together and we butterflies, you forget the butterflieswe’re in flocks and we can move great distances as well as be beautiful at home
you forget the wolves, hey we’re growing in numbers
and we’re good predators for preserving the balance of nature
and you idiot buffoons in your gold-plated pantaloons
forget all the migrating birds, we move openly and mysteriously
great distances following the patterns of nature
have you heard of the patterns of nature, have you even heard of NatureI didn’t say despoiling I didn’t say poisoning, corrupting, dominatingdestroying raping exhausting, misusing, fracking and generally fucking everything up
I said patterns of Nature, Nature undominated but cooperated with
as the Earth itself presents solutions – Nature, Mother Nature, Father Sun
the Moon Magician and the Universe of Stars Galaxies of Higher Powers
cockeyed cockamania corporations of calculated accumulation
massive power of the few, you few are few – watch out for the ants
the ants working everywhere millions and millions, ants here
ants there, ants everywhere crawling up your legs to biteyour you know what and you can’t stop us we’re at the
polls we’re in the voting polls, we’re better known as the populace –
we’re everything you’ve ever not wanted to happenand sooner or later your manipulating the vote gets overwhelmed with
the rush and flood and tsunami of the popular, who really won the last election?
We more than exist – we sing, we create, we make scientific discoveries