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Retaking America, Again
By Rudolph Lewis
The blue horizon,
seasonal trees flash
orange & yellow
against the evergreens.
Another autumn Sunday
afternoon—
a brown leaf floats to
earth
on the silent grounds
of St. Mary’s.
In the morning news a
Chinook
chopper falls heavily
from the desert sky
crashes with fatigued
American boys
on their way to
Baghdad International
to R & R
a deadly strike—
heat-seeking missiles
from a palm grove
Charlie Rose chatters
with the charmingly
informed—
a World Bank exec, a
clever head
who speaks of Western
self interest—
the imbalances of war
and poverty
while urban poor pay
for water in Senegal.
In his new book Studs
Terkel—
a critic of hypocrisy,
fantasy, and war
of memory reclined on
its fanny
struggles with despair
like Chicano farmers:
“Hope dies last.”
But for whom does the
explosive death now toll?
A child carries a
blood-blackened hand
to identify its owner.
Flag-draped coffins
jam a jet headed home—
Palestinians & Iraqis
quartered with concrete walls & cutting wire—
gunshots for martyrs
fire into the heavens.
The profit hunters
seize Wall Street
with celebrations as
profits roll merrily upward.
I withdraw from the
madness for an evening
at Ras Doobie—Jamaican
cuisine & Queen Nzinga
Kenyan coffee & ginger
beer, jerked snapper,
rice & peas. Here we
give thanks and love—
spiritually healthy we
endure on
roots, culture, &
peace
old soldiers from
televised southern
struggles in ‘Sippi &
‘Bama,
Little Rock, Memphis,
& Atlanta
southeast Asia & ‘Nam
we knew today’s news
yesterday—
Bush & Powell are no
surprise.
On the phone and on
the net
brothers & sisters of
goodwill now conference
for petitions,
marches—declarations planned
to retake America, again. |