This one I wrote during the runup to the war in Iraq. It is a prayer in form and function. I sent it to the President, who is, apparently and oddly resistant to prayer. Of course, we know that poetry makes no difference in the modern fascist state.
Eden’s Shore
Let us build paradise where paradise began,
Between the rivers, the many rivers
That flow across Eden’s shore.
Let us say who we are in paradise,
The builders and lovers of the creation
That bloomed on Eden’s shore.
Flowing deep, flowing long
To every part of that parched land
That waits on Eden’s shore
As our hardened hearts break
Over spilling blood across the sands
That blow by Eden’s shore.
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