It’s been a little while since I’ve written poetry. This poem arrived this morning. I’m fond of it.

Love Is Here

We will not die quietly
unless it is to sustain the Earth.
We will not be murdered.
The problems I have
with the powers-that-be
have to do with arrogance
and excessive use of force.
The problems I have
with the powers-that-be
have to do with destroying ecosystems
and draining the Earth.
Life is not here to be destroyed,
to be consumed in campaigns
of self-congratulation.
Life is not here so that the privileged
may lay bloated on their boats,
consuming jelly rolls and cake
and drinking liquor and oil.
Life is here so that
you and I may live
among beauty and fecundity,
gently feeding each other
and the plants and animals.
Life is here because
Love is not idle, because
Love overflows the multiverses,
blossoming incredibly
even among cracked concrete,
even among hunger and pavement,
yes, even more so,
among the impoverished many.