standing
near the gates of hell on Mt. Masaya, ready to leap in
the
smell of belching sulfur gas
blots
out the Sun with poisonous clouds
raining
its shadows along
crumbled
stone paths
near
the rim of this conical mount
there
stands a cross erected
by
the Spanish some 500 years ago
and
if I do my math, than the great inquisition
was
still on their minds when God
and
country were reasons to subjugate
any
and all that stood in the way of controlling fear
and
a volcano half the world away was no different
if
it could not be tamed then it must be
the
work of the Devil
never
minding
that
inside the hearts and souls
of
humankind lies the want of fire
of
doing what we please
versus
pleasing those we do
and
whether it be in God’s name
or
the Devil’s bane we do unto ourselves
for
ourselves to either renew a faith
or
to have imbued our will
with
a supreme single mindedness
to
be above the rest
and
never waiting for a deign of dignity
to
be dug up for the museums
humanity
is meant for
where
we used to have veins of ore
we
now have nothing more than
our
dopamine recedes turning the pages
into
a thousand books waiting to be read
how
many ant colonies are we in
how
many are running for shelter
and
hitching rides and storing food
a
wonderful thing we sing
the
jingle jangle mangles
that
television rings sales with
buy
this or die of envy
when
your neighbor brings it home first
but what is it that we really need
a
roof and some extra skin
some
new clothes
and
a pliable heart and soul
and
willingness to go it alone
nothing
matters much anymore
and
everything breaks me
as
my vitals become
smaller
and smaller
by
the second
each
calcification
is
certification by experience
yielding
thicker skin with less need
for
clothing but shelter is what I always run to
wanting
the waxing of warm bosom whispers
that
say everything will be alright Edward
even
if the fire in the mountain
comes
for the sacrifice of a child
still
inside me seeking primordial balance
every
waking moment fills me with dissonance
in
this world seemingly face painted
for
humanity’s egocentricity for sale
at
the street corners of an endless material desire
and
a deepening thirst for harvestable energy
without
remember the names and places
we
have destroyed so willingly before
trying, ever trying to turn the lights on
EJR
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