Saturday, June 16, 2012

Post Up

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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writing in salvador

writing in salvador

Poet Journalist, Artist Educator, Worker, Student, and Brother