hari-kari and the burning bush

masses reflected with intensity in her pupils,
the bouncing signs and sighs of babies in the breeze
rise above the heavy and hard headed important issues-
that are the issue
how exactly do you feel?
arguing yourself into a corner,
running in circles, by and by
candidly chasing candidates
while nipping at their heels...

wrathful hurricanes ravish the lands now,
public penance for the empty polls,
bashing beachfront homes and
wealthy shores of the forgotten voting class,

four times this year, for times four years ago
obdurate reminders of obnoxious disregard
burning with a fatal fury
white and pure like beams of light
in the calm center of deadened eyes

writing the rites of the right
and leaving what is left unspoken
hanging like dead leaves in autumn
ready for the fall, colorful
but heavy with expired life as they disappear
into the whirling and vacuous winds
of a change that will never kiss our faces
so long as we remain a polarized populace
that ignores the possibility of ending civil unrest
by simply going east, or turning west