if’n the elfin didn’t hear it
he refused to dance if’n
he could not dance he’d
pisadear
cause if’n he could not play
he’n could not survive
heart of deer
soul of lamb
spirit of curiosity
tiny little steps
so tall the ladder
we all fear
we all fall down
the tree and the bridge in Brooklyn
sold to el casino
it was Brooklyn Indians that owned Manhattan
not the other way around.
There is a path that heroes walk
like Jesus and long hair
wounded but still walking
Today Jesus cried: seeing
all the blood shed thinking to own
Sacred Ground; wondering
why there was no understanding
that all ground is sacred; hearing
110 million orphans wailing, finding
waring Christians, Muslims, Jews; smelling
dumpsters full of rotting foods
But how to go on with soo many sad tales
it is 11:11 Sunday morning
And as we wonder where we are
it’s so lonesome we all should cry.