that war
you love
so much profit
every day you hide
shaking hands
confiding with the devil
everyday crossing many lands
making hordes of money
so much death and destruction
hand over clenched fist
as leery night falls
you pray for more delirious power
devouring evil readily calls
constantly cheering and jeering
as insistent day breaks
you execute innocence
cutting off heads
slitting throats
bombing public markets
history as it's truthfully told
killing unarmed civilians
slicing off women's breasts
carving up crying babies
watching their blood run cold


and still you say
you worship God
oddly smothered
in all your evil ways
nothing Godly
about you
all your lying words
nothing Holy
about you
all your destructive
hopes and dreams
nothing Sacred anymore
so you murder peace
hang morality alongside the outspoken
utterly defacing public roads and streets
destroying everything
defiling all that was good
but still you loudly say
God is on your side
all the while
satan holds your hand
hordes of winged demons
courtly surround you
laughing and grinning and smiling


on this rainy winter morning
watching a King tide rush in
bathed by a flood of ocean dreams
fathoms free of wrathful whim
I can't help but wonder
where the faithful Orca swim
intimate families hunting Tyee salmon
diving free to the bottom of the sea
ocean Beings marked by sacred bones
congregating near stony beaches
rubbing supple whale bodies
exploring outward reaches
singing spiritual whale songs
on the ancient forest shore
this soaking rain continues
moreover brother Raven appears
careening through the salted ocean air
I ponder where exalted Raven has been
I wonder on this rainy January morn
what glorious mythic lore
enlightened Raven streams
speaking intelligence in fair Raven tongue
witness to this violent changing world
I wonder if my two-legged species even cares

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