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-for H.N.
(weapons of mass production )

1st time on B right On
in a yr
50plus infinite
sojourns

reconstruction
still
as in all
over B.B.Baths long
gone

bay 1 still thinks its
young
carefree
plays among the litter
corn cobs &
plastic

not good enough to be called garbage

the hammering on girders
creaking of the crane
music
wind & ocean music
helicopter music

"my god"

clouds & sun pacing back & forth
in the sky

because they are harsh to us
we turn against our allies

because they are harsh to us
we kill their sons & daughters

because they are harsh to us
we loot their national treasures

because they are harsh to us
we silence all their voices

because they are harsh to us
we set up puppet governments

because they are harsh to us
we make them a "democracy"

because they are harsh to us
we fill them up with fast foods

because they are harsh to us
we steal their natural resources

because they are harsh to us
we incorporate their bodies

because they are harsh to us
we turn them into factories

the clouds dominate the sky today
the waves crash violently
upon this usually calm shore
my shoulders & chest convulse w/shivers
my teeth chatter
my bloodless fingers go stiff & numb

the gulls are beginning to circle
only a few children & old men are brave enough
to swim at this hr
the hammering has stopped
the girders silenced
the crane still creaks in the wind
helicopters still patrol
the music's turned nasty like the weather
as the water reaches my feet
i feel a warmth within the undercurrent
like a comforter
a message from hell

because they are harsh to us.......
because they are harsh to us.......

the sailboat beyond the rocks seems so relaxed
the white of its sail so still
3 children run from the ocean
the oldest ( a girl ) waves something
chanting
"i found a dollar --- i found a dollar"
& she had
in the water among the waves the waves
.....the last place you expect to find
C-A-P-I-T-A-L-I-S-M
the waves .....

because they are harsh to us
we destroy them then defend them
we befriend them then destroy them

then

we fold up our blankets & go home

because they are harsh to us
we are harsh to them

because we are harsh to them
they are harsh to us
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