redwing roadsides, then a
flock of flickers at the gate
china pheasant cock in
the driveway, porch juncos
and an odd-eyed robin: and
in a dormant cottonwood
an urn of charcoal feathers
topped and tailed with white
good science like good religion is –
whoa, now there’s anathema!
so let’s talk good politics instead.
wait, wait, I foresee a bar fight there!
even weather is hardly a safe topic
in country ripe for haymakers.
so thinking smaller: yet “are you well?”
and “oh fine” are symptomatic
of larger ills – distrust, fear, wanting
to be liked. so here’s a likely choice:
say nothing. or say, “has anyone
made up some good gossip for today?”
for the first time the geese are silent
you can hear the grass making its slow way
to the heart of things; the dirt crumble
the itchy drip the rain makes, rock to rock
the underground quiver of a mole
the none-sound fire makes when it fails to ignite
the soft cracking of the next heart to break
Is it inimical idiosyncracy .. that small towns harbor idiots? ....How then... does it happen ...... that places in deep dark canyons attract the most idiot-synchronicity?
I know a canyon, once home .. to a peaceful folk that were able .... to make a living and cohabitate .... with wolves and bears and really wild things. 'Til civilization found them.
Preachers and parsons .. with their swine and kine and lust and greed .... incited and invoked until it took an army ..... to drive the peaceful people out... and the civilized folk got rich on what they left.
Ahhh but in such a deep and darkened place .. who knows what perversions portended .... for surely what lay within... lurked without, ...... all these years of cleansing the ground of savages and beasts and anything wild...
It is such a beautiful place that the echoes .. of wildness was valued by society at large .... and the halls of congress were drawn ..... to secure forever, some state of stasis for such godly folk that still lurked there.
But yeah... and nay, they shall not go .. peacefully into any semblance of the night .... when evil can be conceived... ...... in the hands that have secured their rights. Guvmint and its minions... conservationists!!
The wolves have been loosed, again .. and the most fearsome are not the four-footed .... but those that lurk in the minds ...... of what once were men... and infernal terrorists from neighboring states incite... insurrection!
Let there be no doubts... .. life in such deep and darkened canyons, .... where the sun rarely shines in the course of winter ...... is a frightful thing to behold... for such inhabitants have a right... to lash out wildly.
It is not a healthy thing to stand in the way .. of folk from such a place... short of light and sight .... and imbued with "the right.." and armed accordingly ...... if no real target exists... we can invoke phantoms and give them names of convenience!
tonight the wind beats the house in a pillow fight first from the north, then from the east. fingers of chilly that shouldn’t be able - reach under the door. outside, the wind chimes do their thing, inside the fire flickers wildly, even though it's just tamed propane, and you just can't get a breeze to go from there to here. one more time, then - get up and bar the door. throw the rug over there, over here. for tonight, all insolation is blocked by the whole weight of the earth: we’re in for a long dark one tonight, and no mistake.