Postcard 101

 

What stupid  impoverished imaginations return again to war? 

But Oh, its so extreme and brave.  What cannot we war upon? 

But ah, its many shackled phrases. Let's let the leaders loose and see.

Let's cast a new color -- battleship pink.

What else you got? 

You got that stone pitted dread, as lifeless as an iron-pitted meteor?

What else you got? 

Let's grow a new shape and call it 'root', a vascularhedron, like river and leaf. 

What else you got?

Fear as layer-flaked away as rust? Your prisons, your destroyers, your tanks, your concrete splits with fear, painted over with patriot paint and fever pitch. 

But oh, its so pulse pounding.

Let's set our watches to a new time. Measure life in graces and gifts.

What else you got?

Wars? What little wounded people acting big. We know other ways. 

Let's have some new imaginations -- past a second dimension of balance, a third of scale. Past a fourth of righteousness. Let's have an imagination of beyond.