Post Up
You ever think about
the post office?
Brilliant System
Moving all kinds of
information and objects
Everywhere
All over the world
Everyday
All the time
So what?
What if we moved food
out of super market's plenty
Into the growling bellies in the hood?
What if we moved
medicine out of warehouses where its expiring to protect profit
Into the hands of
brothers and sister who would use it the second they got it…
Then,
we’d be finally
acting on the ideas we espouse
and lumber would
house the homeless
and the political
poets would be peacefully poemless
if we just
decided to use the
post office
differently…
But we decide
otherwise
We can’t deny this
decision
we can’t wash our
hands of it…
not with water
because water is life
And life is the
constant stoic judge of every single one of us
who send and receive
dead tree after dead tree
of credit card offers
and paper to make paper
turning resources
into vapor
or
worse…
how simple the
solutions
how dangerous our
curse:
ourselves.
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