I've published this poem every year since it was first published in 2004. This year will be no exception.
(originally published by WHITE HERON PRESS, Spring, 2004)
I wish for independence from the past,
might overruling right,
white men encountering
their new world,
slaughtering
its true inhabitants.
I wish for independence from the arrogance,
fostering false license
to hawk,
redeem extensions
of our own humanity
to dance attendance
upon the burdens
of wealth.
I wish for independence from the blindness
guiding us westward,
turning nature
into dirt interruptions
without offering notice
to the peace
upon which we trampled.
I wish for independence from the gluttony
which continued
to swallow whole
territories suitable
for planting white seeds,
pulverizing cultures.
I wish for independence from conformity,
born of urban sprawl,
away from cities,
conceiving jealousy
of blood pumping
within mere feet
of white picket fences.
I wish for independence from The Corporacracy,
governing body
governing bodies,
stratifying rich from poor,
life from death,
blending earth
with destruction.
To friendship,
Michael
"For a successful technology, reality must take precedence over public relations, for Nature cannot be fooled." - Richard Feynman
