Now Politically the U.S. Poem by Cynthia Hogue

Now Politically the U.S.



aliens steadily
withering their way
into the only

forest . . .
W.S. Merwin

The activist felt certain
the light she saw
round her car
was a message.
I am writing this to ask you to do something
to prevent
it
though that would help (not to send a check).
Senator Inouye, Hawaii State Governor John
Waihee say Aloha Wao Kele O Puna.
At first herself
disorganized she
hadn't noticed.
Then she knew why
each night after work
everything was intact
but out of place.
Part of the 'ceded lands' legally dedicated,
it was 'swapped' for a disturbed
and non-native.
Nothing taken,
no one seen
but the stockbroker her
husband felt an abyss
open up and saw
the consequences. One client
after another
disappeared.
In business one keeps
thoughts not ideas
(which mean money)
to oneself.
When they take you,
he phoned, I'll send funds.
Then the distant
tapping noise signalled
wings of meditation
turning the FBI agent
listening into an attentive
being recording dis-
consolate and cautionary
words, a recipe,
entertainment
for the medically
bored. Sometimes a life.
Which, if you participate,
you are not a part
of the solution but the problem.
No traditional.
Sustains the appalling war.
Is finally declared legal.
Mind over.
Will cannot access.
If someone touched you would you
be touched?
Would you feel fine?
We specifically allowed
the invasion that will destroy
everywhere else.
And the part of the adjoining
medicinal plants and rare birds
that in the lowlands
have developed immunity.
Far from the sacred
grounds we soon cease.
The forest itself.
In a circle we.

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