He Is Risen
The rising man
the showman
the big shtarker
did a turnaround:
moved the boulder
clear of the cavemouth
and bowed in three
directions to applause
you've never heard
the likes of; maybe
once before when
Horus rose from the dead
and greeted the sun
as anyone would after
that turpor the cheers
were louder.
In the bars, they only talk
of their guy who came
after as the one and only
to shower with gratitude.
And damn the unbelievers.
And don't be mentioning
Asar in these quarters.
March
With The Zappatistas
There's
something to think about
in
the movement of the marching
toward
a goal that's distant enough
to become
uncertain of its outcome.
The
men are tilted forward
as if
leading horses onward.
The
women are devotion, their arms folded
in
the creases of soutanes placed as columns.
Determination
is depicted. It is a colour. Red.
White
moon. Blue of moonlight in the mountains.
They
go to fight. You see the swords. There's no
deception
in it. Their figures are their speech.
Though
wearing peasant dress they're contemporaries
and
we slowly merge with them without distress.
Evasive Action
It's all we've got so let's keep it.
Wouldn't you run into a burning building
to save a child? You wouldn't pour gas
on it. Let's get together and make an impact.
Give up those old clunkers you're still driving.
Sell off the cattle you're raising in your garages.
They're dooming us to extinction. Beans
are much better for you and so are bicycles.
Take a walk with your child and have a conversation
without lighting a cigarette. Purchase
solar panels, buy green tags, adjust your thermostat.
Throw yourself to the ground to stop a convoy
of tanks slowly emitting CO2 gas in the countryside.
And get those B-2B's out of the sky. Their GHG murderers.
Jack Galmitz was born in 1951 in New York City. He attended
the public schools from which he graduated. He has published poetry and fiction
in numerous journals, both in print and in e-zines, over the years, including
such journals as Otoliths, Synchronized Chaos, otata, is/let, Alien Buddha, and
Fleas on the Dog. He is married and lives with his wife in Queens, New York.
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