Onward, upward, thruward

One Big Beautiful BS -
that the sludge of the past could ever be forever burned without consequence

Whose bones are they breaking today
drilling out the marrow of our good earth
emptying out communities to collapse in upon themselves?

perhaps they expect neighbors will be eating neighbors the very next day
all these hoarders so eager to end good governance by the people, for the people

boys in masks waving guns playing out their dystopian fantasies for the terminally online
what do they know of the work it takes to coax seed to leaf and pregnancy to fruit?
that's what they're reinventing slavery for

I remain committed to fair, free, and efficient
maintenance of civic utilities

the gospel of wealth was always corruption's creed
might is not right, yes, and money is not itself morality

I still have to brace myself going where violence may come
equipped with a clipboard, book and forms to uphold the law
knowing the conversational shifts to disarm intent

hoping some rituals still hold their weight
performing belief to make it surety
I choose this place, this part, these people to serve unbreaking
my neighbors deserve their say

Elsewhere the east wing of the people's house is destroyed; history made trash upon the earth
another tantrum to distract from manufactured scarcities

we may yet need to eat our seedcrops
but let's still dream something to grow towards next year
our republic free of fossil fumes with food for all
harvesting our power from the sun, the wind, the tides, the heat of the earth
many small abundances building to better shared truths

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Last edited: 01Nov25


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