Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Fox In The Kittens

Fox In The Kittens

You're a kite in the crows
a fox in the kittens
the dagger-light thrown
where the poisoned word's written.

I hear your screech by the dolmen
catch your stench in the doorway;
your copper cup's full when
the blood hits the causeway.

Astraea is chained
with a gold liar's lasers
while money's papier-mâché'd
into goblins with tasers;

my gift to you
is a kiss from the razor
to turn your eyes blind
to return all your favors

so the sun rises mild
so dawn saves the child.

~June 2018

I am bitter, furious and heartbroken over the evil being done on our southern border. May all of us stand up for the light, for basic human rights, and stop this vile immoral 'policy' which is nothing more than a cynical political calculus at the expense of helpless boys, girls, parents and infants.  Babies in arms, some, ripped from their mothers and put into cages-- detention centers, internment camps, bureaucratic hells on earth, for the crime of doing as every single one of our own ancestors did, coming here for a better life. There are no words.


  1. Thank you, Joy. I am struggling and appreciate your words. XO

  2. It is incredible. As the days go on, I shake my head in absolute wonder, in total disgust. Is this any different that Nazism? Clearly the President has forgotten that his ancestors also came to this country? He is not Indigenous. He is not Native American. And the absolute ballsy fact that he chooses to ignore the outcries? Citing a former Democratic Law - which from my limited reading of it (as presented by Canadian press) doesn't and never called for this kind of barbarism - is one more testament to his fucking insanity. We rally and cry out against Bullies - and he is one of the biggest and most cowardly. Unfortunately, his grand stage is no longer limited and contained to his businesses. But then, should this be any surprise? I appreciate not every citizen voted for this sorry-state soulless person, but is it any wonder when campaigning that a man who steps onto a stage, shoots off his mouth, incites people to violence and fuels hatred, and then stands there, laughing, is making these kinds of choices?

    I normally don't comment on politics - and perhaps, as a Canadian, I have even less right to do so, and God knows, we aren't Saints - and we have some equally questionable policies and practices. But holy shit - Make America Great Again?! This is a "Wild West" mentality - divide and conquer and assimilate - not integrate. It's beyond sickening. And honestly, this system of "either/or" - with such limited political options is beyond farce. And I'd like to know - what happens after this madness??
    This man is a human atrocity on the world's stage.

  3. No words, indeed, Joy. This is how North America turns into Nazi Germany. Not without a fight though.

  4. Your poem is so beautifully perfect, "fox in the kittens." It is my hope the light will be shone, and he will stand before his followers in his perfect new clothes, he will parade and press, bow and bluster...he will be known for what he is. Yesterday on TV, I was him so "chummy" with the folks who call themselves the GOP.

    He is a baster through and through. I so hope the families can be reunited before it is just tooooooo late. The damage done. "So dawn saves the child."

  5. Last night I finally had to turn it off, it was making me physically ill. It's so wrong, and yet there's the one third--his infernal stupid base--who find excuses even for this. It's a world gone mad.

  6. I'm reminded of Yeats, and his poem The Second Coming, which set me for good or ill on the path of letters:

    Turning and turning in the widening gyre
    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.

    Surely some revelation is at hand;
    Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
    The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
    When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
    Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
    A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
    A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
    Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
    Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
    The darkness drops again; but now I know
    That twenty centuries of stony sleep
    Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
    And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

    1. Yes, that summed up his moment in history very well, and it prophesied ours even more presciently: "The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity." Good people who don't pay attention, who are too caught up in the ratrace of their own lives to see what's going on around them, are just as responsible as bad people who take advantage of the shadows to birth and worship that Beast. We HAVE to be better than that. Thanks for reading M and best of vibes to you on your journey.

  7. Where the words choke in my throat, you slice the right artery here, boiling hot and redder 'n' redstate hatred. According to Paracelsus, cure is like outburning fire. Thanks for naming what destroys my gut.


"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats

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