Everything Sacred Passes

Every nation state

makes war on original people

who live from sacred land.

In our time of industrial technology,

who takes care of the earth?

Not you nor I. We’ve stuck our heads

up the exhaust pipes of our cars,

breathe deeply of civilization’s computerized habits

not brave enough to chance change.

Our lives are okay.

Daily food, television, computer screens.

Our uneducated children

face everything homogenized

McDonalds in the deepest Congo

motorized traffic up the denuded Amazon.

Wildlife survives as names on automobiles.

Tribes live now as names of jet fighters

and helicopters for war.

Computer images, television shows exactly frozen,

the end of oxygen on earth as we know it.

They tell me evil destroys itself.

Everything uncommitted goes along for the ride.

Ignorant, we wait,

stalked noxiously as gasoline

spreads iridescently across fish waters,

drinking waters.

Water.