John Frum Cincinnati

I draw a line in the dirt
bare earth where once there were trees
Shuffleboard straight, two lines now
Many hands to make them strong,
many hearts will make them bright.
A beacon, set for those above
The powers holding what we love..
They look, but see not sisters and brothers,
just nameless ones and faceless Others.
The strong control what we hold dear,
we send our light and draw it near.
No millenarian frenzy.
No Ghost Dance
We live the truth
The oldest story
there must be death before rebirth
Winter will yield to spring
Straight lines can, and do, curve into circles
A bag of faces tumbles from the sky
We rejoice
John From
John Frum
John From
Cincinnati