the things about the winged rings

 (a hopeful note mused for a dearly sister's blisters) 

here in the protractedly distracted belly
of the militant beast's
pride hailed pale railed patriot sailed
presumptive consumptive "SuperPower" bowered
collective west vested
insatiable domination addiction,

what with the plushly financed
hooked by crooked
"liberal" and "conservative" receptor vectored
seaming
seeming mainstreamery
of
state plated "news,"

grooming button pushed
celebrity mushed
insecurity brushed
humble reflection hushed
evidence free followers
into
we're right and their wrong conformist choirs,

the odds are certainly 

stacked against

the rare unsettling
cropping up
of
unvained connection venting
dissent bent
would that they see
unblinking stones,

steadfastly harbouring
unbiased forsooth
profitless truth
in
the midst of that teaming stream.

but here and there
an unexpected breeze
ruffles the surface,

and in its own time,
a window opens for a
budding consciousness
you don't even realise

is listening.

*

here are two examples: 

back when i was but a tween
i wrote essays trying to kindle
hearts with compassion
for the massacres
of
the actual Americans,

and i could barely find anyone
even willing to listen.

but mere decades later when
the pipeline protests got rolling,

what was my surprise

when all these

facebook folk

started popping up

photographs
of

Native Americans
and

bandying about

Black Elk's pearls?

and just recently,

when the Congress bolstered

"spreading democracy" holstered
genocide against Palestine ramped up,

friends of friends

who'd long shunned

my 'radical'

poems and posts

suddenly thanked me
for giving voice
to
the state crated victims.

*

the thing about 

the "rights" sidling of history

is,

it's left bereft

a whole world of "others" who,

spirited bits of that Universal Soul

we all of us have an inkling of,

shift the sands of time.

*

and the thing about tomorrow is,

you just never know.

- Evan Hawthorn,

 the 4th of August, 2024 

and even in a betrayed world in which other nation's truthtellers can be viciously tortured for decades by a violence worshipping, secrecy sanctified, security booby trapped, democracy staved, "full spectrum" domination craved, pale railed, independence jailed, wagon circling and terror projecting unrepentant collective west, blessings can occasionally still muddle through.

* sigh *

and hearing Vladimir Putin's ringing observance that “ultimately, the selfishness and arrogance of Western states led to the current extremely dangerous state of affairs,"

Alfonso the Mouse went and said, 'twill offer dubious comfort indeed

when man unkind arrives at doom's dearth of humanity anointed door,

to console itself with the hard won knowledge that, ultimately,

"democracy and freedom" turned out to mean

voting in selfish arrogance,

over and over and over again.

and in the fathomless depths of the silent cosmos,

there was no one left to hear

that tedious refrain,

rumoured by the ghosts

of mindless man unkind,

'we were right,

in

profit's mighted night,

and they, of course, were wrong.'

and now, the news

so, on April 2, Russia called an emergency meeting

of the United Nations Security Council

to condemn the international crime

of attacking a sovereign nation's embassy

(murdering 13 human beings,)

but the US, the UK, and France

refused to condemn the (obvious) culprit

and instead blamed

the

(usual demonised) victim

for what they called

"regional escalation,"

warning them not to respond

to their (lavishly supported)

willful genocidal pet's

blatant provocation.

*

that ought to tell "Americans"

everything they need to know

about

just who

the consumptive presumptive

profit indicted

domination addicted

equality conflicted

"SuperPower" bowered

colonial cotillion

of

colluding threats

to

peace on earth actually are.

but, alas,

most of them are still hooked

to the empire crack

called "the news."

and now, let's turn to sports.

*

- Alfonso the Mouse

an Obscure quote

what does it matter, when you come to think of it, whether a child is yours by blood or not?  all the little ones of our time are collectively the children of us adults of the time, and entitled to our general care.  that excessive regard of parents for their own children, and their dislike of other people's, is, like class-feeling, patriotism, save-your-own-soul-ism, and other virtues, a mean exclusiveness at bottom.

- Thomas Hardy

(in "Jude the Obscure")

homecoming

Alfonso and i are ened to note the homecoming of citizen informant Daniel Hale

("treasonous" "enemy" of domination's state) whose crimes include pointing out that,

for example, during a five-month period of "Operation Haymaker" (an acutely

contemptuous entitling within the brutal unprovoked invasion of Afghanistan)

nearly 90 percent of the people killed in airstrikes were NOT the intended targets.

welcome home, brave Daniel,

(champion of illumining compassion);

thank you for so courageously
placing your bit of our
universal soul

directly in the
line of ire's

honesty punishing fire

in order to selflessly
(soulfully) tap into

the mockery of democracy's
relentless
and
resolute

mislaying of humanity.