lilacs re-leaf, re-bloom
in October
hummingbird moths feed,
and simultaneously,
She’s un-be-coming a human be-ing
She’s destined to,
we’re destined to, too
no
need to
tell me, explain
what’s happening
as constant witness,
as constant, remote witness to slaughter,
as constant gardener,
as constant tender,
as constant daughter,
i see.
i recognize.
i know,
Continue reading “phenology II”There are no terrorists,
foreign or domestic;
respectively,
there are only
the victim-survivors of
colonization and Empire
and
those whom States and Empires
indoctrinated, or trained and armed —
and jettisoned.
The former are always
liberation revolutionaries,
the latter
are discontent citizens;
both, willing to die for
truth,
repatriation,
retribution
and land.
i won’t warn you with
my voice, anymore
tell me,
how do you calmly
tell someone to
“look, brake, stop, now, please”
in a nano-second?
calm but with desperate urgency?
without amplification?
without proselytizing?
without the infusion or projection of panic?
without the prescience of the future unfolding in the very moment?
tell me,
i’ll wait,
while you kill the coyote
crossing the road
that crosses razed forest
clear-cut for runs and Aprés-ski,
for lumber to build the 3-day-stay mansions – which they unironically call, “cabins,”
a settlement of a pop-up-Bavaria™️ for them in the valley of the mountains of
the Sangre de Cristo?
the lifeblood of the Red Willows.
the very same road
to access the trailhead
to the pristine glacial lake
with views of Taos Peak
a profanity of epithets
“williams” lake
“wheeler” peak
where you go, unironically,
to briefly escape
this World,
the violence of this World,
your World
the one constructed in your image,
and in your favor
Continue reading “kill the coyote v.2”History will absolve you.
Stand with Palestine.
the limineen | earthling, poet & crone 