SUNFLOWERS
Moving quietly at first,
like plants in our coming together.
Sunflowers unfold into clouds of moths.
Struggling toward transformation,
moths burst into flame.
Throwing open all the doors and windows,
ripping off corporate masks,
overthrowing capital lies,
abolishing bankers’ games.
Suddenly we are all visionaries,
rebirth in our hearts and brains,
reinventing our world.
What has never been seen before,
which way is the rain?
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SPLINTERS OF MIRROR
Splinters of mirror shattered on the floor
barbed wire screwed into your brain
the muffler bounces across the highway
the urinal is full
pitbulls only follow orders
why can't you help me
ease the pain
we must
we must become indigenous again
now the president paces in a teak-paneled room
the lawyer keeps his eye on the deck
a tenant writes a check he prays is good
a homeless prophet prays for Robin Hood
down by the bus stop a woman
decides to seize her own fate
beneath the concrete a seed quietly waits
why don't we just
ruminate together
your graduation picture still exists somewhere
between the lake and summer's end
you had a friend with frizzy hair
the scent of new-mown hay
I'll show you what is in my hand
if you come with me
to Camagüey
listen closely you can hear
the creek that once flowed
not far away
we must
we must become indigenous again
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ANCIENT RHYTHMS
Crooks hiding behind corporation papers,
stealing our homes,
our future, our nation
BUT THEY CAN’T STEAL OUR ANGER
GENERAL REBELLION
NATIONAL STRIKE!
Thunder in the midnight sun!
Restore our stolen rights
Recover our communality
ancient rhythms beat on a clay drum!
Dissolve the corporations
Reclaim our plundered commons
Sky and earth become one.
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