dust

 1.

Killed,

I did,

for the cause

And to create

here

a paradise.

Shed,

the blood, shed

the blood

As I toil

to plant

his vitals and

Soak, the soil,

and raise with love

my fallen brethern.

Soak, the soil,

and raise with love

the fallen

slaughtered cattle.

Soak, the soil,

and raise with love

the innocents

like chattel,

to the cause.

2.

Still I expected

something more

than this

Not quite

a paradise,

this,

market economy.

Not quite

a citizen,

the freeman

in labored autonomy.

Somehow I thought

my sacrifice would bring

the abolition of such,

But there's a cast

that completes

them

Bound as they are

to the soil.

There's a bond

that binds

them

to the roots of the world.

No abolition

can raise them

no love

can save them

no war

un-slave them

above their place

in the dust.

11/17/10