Status Updates From An American Sunrise

“Advice for Countries, Advanced, Developing and Falling”
A Call and Response

A country is a person
‘A country is a noun, to be bought & sold. I have a deed.’
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Power is dangerous when wielded in the hands of one. It is meant to be shared.
‘I was given this position by cunning, by money, by sex, by family, by God. It belongs to me and no one else.’

i don’t understand poetry all that well but what i do understand is so moving

That first cry opens the earth door.
We join the ancestor road.
With our pack of memories
Slung slack on our backs
We venture into the circle
Of destruction,
Which is the circle
Of creation
And make more--

He steps aside for her, so she can eat.
Then we watch him fill his beak
Walk tenderly to her and kiss her with seed.
The sacred world lifts up its head
To notice--
We are double, triple blessed.

The saxophone is so human.
Its tendency is to be rowdy, edgy, talk too loud,
bump into people,
say the wrong words at the wrong time,
but then, you take a breath
all the way from the center of the earth
and blow.
All that heartache is forgiven.
All that love we humans carry
makes a sweet, deep sound
and we fly a little.

Every day was a praise song, every word or act had import
Into the meaning of why we are here as spirits
Dressed in colored earth.

We all learn to let go, like learning how to walk
When we first arrive here.
All those you thought you lost now circle you
And you are free of pain and heartbreak.
Don't look back, keep going.
We will carry your memory here, until we join you
In just a little while, in one blink of star time.

What we speak always returns--
With a spike of barbs
Or the sweet taste of berries in summer.