FOUR RANDOM THOUGHTS
I for my amusement rolled a boulder down a hill, not caring
who got crushed or who got killed. My enjoyment is the only prize worth having,
still there is some regret for there are no more loose boulders left to roll
down the other side, my fun only half done leaves me unfulfilled. The cost of
fuel to make that mountain top bare is worth it as long as I get to continue to
crush them in the boulders path.
Blanket a man dying in a doorway, show him he may die but it
doesn’t have to be without dignity. I left a woolen coverlet stamped U.S.
Military to warm a a human being and when I asked I learned the cover had gone
missing after it had been pulled up to blanket his dead frozen face, for it had
some value as a war artifact. It did not matter to the dead one anymore, the
ambulance had a body bag for him.
There is a war on poverty being waged. Every war has civilian casualties that could’ve been allowed to live free but the warring parties don’t want to give the humanity, being. The war on homeless humans is lost even though the army of the homeless is always growing. We will arm a nation of aggression with all the weapons we can produce but the homeless army that never fired a shot, belongs in POW camps. That is how society wins the war on homelessness, imprison them, away from the sight of the tourists. In prison camps there is no more homeless army.
There is a war on poverty being waged. Every war has civilian casualties that could’ve been allowed to live free but the warring parties don’t want to give the humanity, being. The war on homeless humans is lost even though the army of the homeless is always growing. We will arm a nation of aggression with all the weapons we can produce but the homeless army that never fired a shot, belongs in POW camps. That is how society wins the war on homelessness, imprison them, away from the sight of the tourists. In prison camps there is no more homeless army.
We are smokehouse barbecue cooking ourselves with lungs shriveling
and the mouths frozen in screams of pain as the spit rotates through the low
slow temperature buying us time to feel the softening meat falling from the
bone in arguments over the best spices for an end where no one wins, except the
eaters of the dead.
© M Durfee
9.13.2014
I find it ironic that we can spend tons of money on war & arms, yet the army of homeless abound around us & we can't see them ~
ReplyDeleteThere is one state i read about Grace that is making that a reality, moving the homeless out of the tourist areas and "giving them a camp." True invisibility.
DeleteLet's just hope we make decent fertilizer for the next world, but considering all the toxins we put in our bodies probably not.
ReplyDeleteWe may have hope for the next world Charles as long as we leave ALL of our pollution in this one.
DeleteWhat? People are still fighting that old war? Could have fooled me.
ReplyDeleteAlice what would you know? You live in the 3rd most contented state in America, just a few golden bricks shy of the Emerald City.
DeleteFew people write about power the way you do, Mark. That last line...wow.
ReplyDeleteThere's something about the force of your words that gives me hope, even if their meaning is hopeless and the meat rancid.
Thank you Sarah, I take that as high praise coming from your pen. Seriously don't be fooled i have hope, great heaping gobs of it, but none of it will ever be realized less most if not all see what a ruin we are creating for the future.
DeleteAnd yet, a little warm wisdom could create safe havens - but they might become centers of problems as people treated right tend to grow up and become effective. Better they rot out of sight. . . .
ReplyDeleteALOHA from Honolulu
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And there in lies the crux of the matter Cloudia we have too many definitions of "being treated right.
DeleteI also want to roll boulders down hills! Sounds like fun!!! Pity we can't line up that which bothers like bowling pins to smash and crush.
ReplyDeleteShadow if only in my fantasy--I score a perfect strike every time. Doesn't solve much but it's fun to think about like thinking about the upside of winning a fortune.
Deletei read this and feel utterly hopeless. except i know you are a piper trying to warn in the nick of time. these scenes are so stark they are haunting, which as you know, in this case is a high compliment.
ReplyDeleteps please get out of town at least once in a while.
love
kj
kj--and where would I go to get away from me? Sadly warnings are rarely believed or heeded.
Deleteso sad
ReplyDeleteobat alami kista
OH Rifaldi, one gets used to reality and when it finally is accepted it becomes as good as it gets, and in that there can be no better.
DeleteI use mylar blankets rather than wool. Mylar has utility. Light weight. Perserves body heat. But it lacks dignity. I bring a battlefield medics mentality to this army. Keep this weaponless alive to fight another day. A wool blanket for a man dying in the doorway of the battlefield was a humanitarian act. Wool warms even when it is wet! I hope his last thoughts were of a long ago home when he was safe and fed and cared for or perhaps at least thoughts of a lovers bed. No one cuddles with mylar.
ReplyDeleteMelinda the Mylar would be good if you wanted the vultures to know where you were dead at. Pretty shiny stuff the Ravens would probably steal it. I tried to cuddle with My Lar but it made to much noise.
DeleteMark, I saw a guy outside of Target that had 'the look'. I felt bad but did not help him. I have regrets that I did not feed him or offer him bus fare. (560) There for the grace of God, go us or our family. xo
ReplyDeleteJodi, my friend you are entitled to make decisions and not feel bad about them. It's not like you punched him in the face, called him a loser and told him to get a job.
DeleteTouché, or gut shot with true words ~ either way, right on ~>
ReplyDeleteThank you Erik, I was waiting for an opening for a jab but saw the body shot instead,
DeleteTrue as always, even though so hard to endure...
ReplyDeleteWe can try to do good as much as we can.
Be well, my friend.
You know Vesper ol' buddy, it's great and grand thing that good has so many different definitions and my life, as portrayed here, as honestly and brutally truthful as i can write it is not an endurance but a forbearance.
DeleteCharleston is building a new homeless shelter because the population has out grown the last one. I volunteered at the current one and the first one years ago. It was an education in a lot of ways.
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