Unleash the Peace

It’s gone!
True.

The wild dancing with wolves,
The wise in commune with winds:
A “way of life” by-past.

The promise: heaven on earth, and sovereigned;
Where on Main St., a feather on one’s head unlooked.

Heavens!
Heavens hijacked! Heavens disfigured!
And the arrows landed where we truly care.

The shattered lantern too faint to hearten,
The lost ducklings too shy to quack,
The metaphor too close for comfort.

Shush . . .
The cadenced drumbeats drowned the chants of the crowd,
The best oils anointed the folly of the wise.

The eagle soared!
The nation’s impulse (power and self-same promises) in tow.
Halleluiah! Halleluiah!

Evil, all evil is fair prey!
You, too, “if you are not with us.”

Yet, one braved soul - and all it takes is one -
Implored the Manifest
(As others mourned the Spirits,
Still acrid, still uncarved, still anonymous):

Unwind the soul!
Unblurry the fury!
Unwire the fire!
Unleash the peace!

Yet, yet “. . . everything will be ok,
tomorrow my tears will taste good,”
(What are we in Hollywood and Madison for?)
So, soothsaid for passersby

Like graffiti on charred bigheads
Of once proud totem poles.