Sunday, October 27, 2024

An October 7 Poem.2


with this eyt kachol 

I ride to hell in a bucket

understanding for the first time


it is not a song of cynicism 

but of joyful abandon

at least I’m enjoying the ride


and sending that joy released 

to all who need it, to people

suffering right now


a suffering of grief or terror 

or anger or powerlessness or 

shame, deeper than I can fathom


I send you joyful abandon

to tilt the moon and shift the tides

towards the peace trembling in the leaves


from this wealthy life

of music in nature with friends

from this almost certainly secure life


I dance high and connect

with an accepting crowd, planning

to take ibuprofen before bed


and as I dance and shake my bones

I think of you, there, feeling so

differently and the pain I have caused


and am causing now. The tears I cried

for that woman gonna flood me a big river

I’m gonna sit right here until I die


and literally one day that will be true

and will those lyrics be on my lips

with the Shema? 


my life has been full of love

here in District One

but Mars is bright tonight


and I am afraid of the future,

that it may be more violent and more hateful

than even this violent and hateful now