Monday, May 13, 2019

woke up this morning with my mind set on peace


even as the aircraft carriers
stir towards confrontation
and think
who might be out there
who'll stand with their bodies
in the machinery if necessary
to stop the madness

i think of senator wayne morse
from oregon who confronted
the war makers during vietnam
who is the next wayne morse
where's the next teach-in

we camped a good number of times
in the oregon woods
taking in what's left
of an ancient rain forest
cold rocky coast
a beached dead seal
in cruel sacrifice
too late for godly intervention

the roar of the nascar channel
rips through the barroom clientele
just past noon
high noon like a gary cooper movie
in real life the good guy seldom wins
there's no wayne morse in the house
the mosquitoes are tasting blood
blood from oil
blood from silence

--- e b bortz

2 comments:

Frank Correnti said...

This reminds me of that poet who wrote and had an appearance in "Barfly"starring Mickey Rourke and that handsome woman who was in "Chinatown" with Jack Nicholson (the blonde). except your elegy is so much more apropos as to times and places, taking in a lot of related.

e b bortz said...

many thanks for your note Frank...