This poem was the first poem of 2007. The whirl of global and local stress whirls about. Globally we feel helpless. Locally we are frightened and in denial of such fear. As the bumper sticker reads: If you are not totally appalled, you haven't been paying attention.


 

 Petition of Impeachment

Explore the nightmare
Of clouded perception.
Delete the traumas of deception.
I am whole.
I am here,
In this world of Godless prayer.
Where no one else
Can truly hear,
Within the hum of massive fear.
They all look up
To find the steeple
That points the way for wingless people.
God does love.
God does rage,
For leaving blank the final page.
Forever after,
Once upon a time,
The Prosecutor designed the crime.
Stand down mad leader
In global shame.
I cast my torch upon your name.
They can't conceive
I knew you when,
There was a Master to defend.
Disperse us back
To Spirit-space,
Where every woman knew your face.
Hidden eyes,
A fork-split tongue.
You have turned the loaded gun.


Ciera S. Louise c. January 16, 2007
rev. 01/26/07