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POEM: Long Poem For Peace (PT 1)

Long Poem For Peace (PT1)
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So I wonder what is the task this time ?
who am I ?
You will see
your world is of dreams rambling
realities comprised of wishes and curses
a thousand thousand killers -all painted up
dandy dancers in religion
philosopher's power slaves
I am an animal man-creature
now shape shifting into your world
awake
You will not know me
You will not see
or understand,
just a stranger
another mental case
you will say
a ragged child of sand and wind
I can clearly see the lies you believe
so many explanations told as truth to the child
who grows
not knowing the questions are not answered
and instead carrying a bag of lies and fairy tail
awake, yes I am awake
I tried to stay at rest
but once too often I was disturbed
I had to shed my sleep and my skin
all of you have awakened me
all of you with your noise
clambering, ranting, spitting hate drizzle
I am
who are you mad men underlings ?those
dancing, howling, midnight dark dreamers, suns of hate
dark riders in the wind of sorrow ?
flinging into the eyes of men
I am awake and you will stand down in the edge of a dream
a reality breaths
the shifting ripples along the skin and in the blood
the eyes change
new knowledge comes into the mind of the phoenix
the sun and the wind feed me
the sparrow and the hawk teach me
the oak tree is my strength
I am rock and earth
blood and tears
I am here now among you
quickly I travel in electronic arteries
in the spider web around the world
unannounced
unrequested
I'll gather your young about me
this is now
I am awake
now I will splinter and sing
to you this new song of long ages made
come children listen:
first one war
then another
and another
after these some
many more
all the same sad story
nothing learned
The sky is beyond black or blue
it is deep singing sleep
I am at once free to understand
tomorrow I leave
the stars cascade across my vision
the radio makes talk over in the Humvee
the air is cold
ageless sands shift under an ageless sky
my boots are new
the equipment is new
everything smells plastic elastic Velcro fresh
the ammo is heavy
neat and clean
I am just arrived alive
but tomorrow afternoon I will leave
beyond repair
mother was relieved
it will do you good to join
unfolding before my eyes the heavy afternoon heat gives way
to heat beyond the edge of reason
complete silent pressure
no sound
slowly disintegrating man
shredding, arms, legs shredded head
all drifting away in the cloud of light


                                            by David Wetzel

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