BLESSINGS

BLESSINGS

I am sitting on the ground
under this tree
counting my blessings,
rolling the dice,
writing to you

out there
       just
out of the frame

people getting stoned
being tortured, bombarded,
bombed

all for democracy
is a good policy

to give them all
a good life
key part of the plan

and for your right
and duty
virtue
of your
position of
power

to deceive and deride,
tell us lie
after lie
insult our intelligence

as reality
cracks, the fabric
tears

the tapestry we were
living for now
reduced to
an
oil soaked sliver
a blood stained shred

upon
which once

a history of hope, table
of blessing