Poem for Cockroaches

It is quiet in dark places.
Through a crack comes the smell of food.
Without volition, the cockroach moves
with a swiftness that’s been honed for ages.
Sometimes one of the brotherhood
is caught by sudden light, halfway back home.
Ancestral memory of man
awakens. The cockroach, handless,
knows somewhat of hands.
There is a laden silence.
A wasp, in such a situation, panics,
blunders into walls, at last attacks.
A fly would be long gone.
But calm as one
who’s been in tight spots before,
the cockroach waits, being nothing but aware.
When the shoe falls, the roach is no longer there.
Three things have sustained the roach through every era:
a fondness for copulation;
a taste for garbage;
and a stillness that unnerves predation
by saying: Look: this too is Buddha
This too
This too is Buddha.

Sacrament

This is my body. Bread. Break it together.
When you feed yourselves, when you feed one another,
I become part of you, you are nourished by me.
This is my blood. Not water, but wine. Drink
Deep and laugh. I am Joy in Life. All you take in
Is me. When you eat, the universe is
Feeding you, tenderly delivering the food to your mouth.
When you drink, God moves the cup to your hand.
What does God become in you?
What face of God shines from your face upon the world?
By which of the billion names of God
Shall we call one another?

Saturday Night Dead

Saturday Night Live, where are you
while doom is assembled and wheeled into place?
What are you thinking
while a few gorge and the rest go hungry?
While poets scream in the torture,
while our country sides against ordinary people to maintain the rich?
Whom do you talk to, where do you go
while we scramble, speechless, on the banks of Hell?

I wish
you would spend a week on the streets
talking with beggars and peddlers.
I wish
you would spend a week in state prison,
in El Salvador, the West Bank, the Gulag.

Subtle, brie-smooth, empty-hip,
what is it you seek?
Do something hard this week:
look at what hurts.
Your hair may be perfect, but blood
leaks from your ears.
Too-close-to-prime-time players,
your hearts are compromised.
Laughter that springs from nothing
leads to nothing.

Begin with the tears on another human’s cheek.
Look to the headlines that sour your breakfast.
Cowboys in subway stations,
prolife bombers, peaceable missiles,
hateful Christians, furious nuns,
crystalline rock stars, plasticine presidents,
children waking from nightmares of World War III,
children in camouflage playing GI Joe.

O speak of what’s real!
Lest you be smug and suave as your enemies,
hunger for a week.
Run for your life to the border.

You balance above us like acrobats,
tinsel stars in a black sky.
O share what is real!
Let your shambling crazies seek Welfare,
let your M.C. despair,
let your fresh-faced sexpots carry unwanted babies.
We hunger – we thirst – we demand from you
what is real.

O you whose luck and talent have opened for you
doors to the lives of others,
care what you take,
for love slumbers in the lives you enter
and what you seek with your whole being
it is possible you will wake.

In the desert, a thousand miles from television,
a black fetus stirs in the mother.
Speak to that baby.
Your voices carry on the winds of Chaos.
Speak what is real.

Kings for a Day

To be king, who wouldn’t want that for a day?
To give presents, throw parties,
do favors for your friends?
My father’s house has many mansions.
Mi casa es su casa.
Buy the house another round.
Settle all debts, release those wrongly imprisoned,
make peace, distribute the harvest,
cause dancing in the streets?

We just need to be king for a day.

Getting everyone fed and in shelter
will take accountants and lawyers
on the actual day we’re king.
Much of the world will simply go on.
New management, new projects,
new regulations. Nothing new there.

Wouldn’t you like to be part of a revolution
where they’re having more fun than anyone
and no one gets hurt?
Not a break but a change,
a turn toward loving.
The Warm Shift.

Be king in your heart.
Be queen. Get ready for the day.

For Occupy

We are the meek
and we’re here
to inherit the earth.
The rich have got richer
the poor have got poorer
for too long.
That must change.
Violence and greed
have ruled us
for too long.
That must change.
Violence and greed
are what we’re fighting
the whole world over
for our children
and our children’s children
so that we can live
like human beings
in peace together
on this beautiful planet.
We occupy
the place where we live.
We take only
what belongs to us.
We are the meek
and we’ve come
to inherit the earth.
Just in time, too!

Temptation Song

You offer me your diamonds and your rubies
You tell me I’m your darling, I’m your joy
You offer me your precious stolen moments
You think I think my life is just a toy

You offer me an office and stock options
You dress me in Armani and Laurén
You let me drive the newest car sensation
But baby, please just be my friend

There used to be a moment when I wanted
All the things you say I have to have
There used to be a time, but now it’s over
I tell you, honey, it’s too late for that

Give me some heart-to-heart action
Give me some relief
Give me a little satisfaction
Let me live in peace

Don’t elect me president or put me on TV
Spare me all the interviews and things to get for free
Dust your victim’s clothing off and give him back his hat
Don’t you dare apologize, it’s way too late for that

Just give me some heart action
Show me a little pink
If you can’t pour out your feelings, honey,
Pour me another drink

Walls

We built these walls around us out of brick
to keep us safe, protect us from the gale.
It’s ill outside. But inside we are sick.
The winds within the walls are small and stale.

Mud, dung, and clay, tree branches wrapped in leather
let too much outside in. We found the trick
of keeping out the bugs, and beasts, and weather:
we built these walls around us out of brick.

They worked so well, we thought to use those arts
to guard our spirits, more than bodies frail.
We built new walls of hardness ‘round our hearts
to keep us safe, protect us from the gale.

For why should strangers ask what we can’t give?
The poor are used to want – their skins are thick –
Still, they increase. It is so hard to live.
It’s ill outside. But inside we are sick.

Cut off from storm, we strain to take full breath.
The winds within the walls are small and stale.
We hear no moans, the walls have made us deaf.
Our outer walls are strong. Inside, we fail.

Smothering and safe, we wonder if we dare
knock out a brick to get a little air.
Our hearts feel small and trapped inside our skin.
When is it safe to let the outside in?

People of Peace

Now is the time for people of good will
to join together to save all life.
Now is the time to act as brothers and sisters,
to be one people.
Now is the time to make peace.
Now is the time to join up,
all of us together,
one thing, the life force of our species,
nothing but human.
We’re in a tight spot.
Facing the danger means we’ll have to change.
We don’t like change. We like our habits,
all that’s familiar and comfortable.
We won’t move if we don’t have to.
But now we have to.
So we’re going to move.
It took all the skill and energy our ancestors had
to survive hard times, to get us here.
Was all their work in vain?
Whatever they had to do to keep their children safe, they did.
So will we do now.
We are all strangers in this strange land
unless we are all family.
See one another,
love one another,
O people of peace.

Common Cause with China

Making cheap stuff for Americans has helped China’s working class in some ways. In others, it has hurt them. Working in a factory making plastic gimcracks can be terrible for a person’s health, and terrible for the environment.

Why should we buy that cheap junk, anyway? Plastic stuff that ends up as poisonous smoke, or tiny particles that animals eat instead of food, or shards that will fill the sea and cover the earth for thousands of years. Nevertheless people mine for the materials, labor to make stuff out of them, ship it, shop for it, put it somewhere, forget it, and finally throw it away.

Stuff Americans always knew people suffered for so we could buy it cheap. Stuff to brighten our shabby lives. We’ve known all along that poor people have worked long days to bring us our changing fashions and collections of trinkets.

China is investing in solar technologies.

China’s booming economy has supported a growing middle class, which in turn encourages people to get more education and invent new enterprises. They now have many more options than making cheap plastic stuff for compulsive American consumers. They’re leading the way in sustainable energy technologies, for example, since Trump has hobbled that industry in the US in favor of fossil fuel development.

It’s better for all of us that we stop making, shipping, selling, and buying plastic things destined for landfill. Right now, in many workplaces, people are making personal protective equipment instead of plastic crap. Once the worst of the corona crisis has passed, maybe we can shift production again.

The long-term interests of Chinese people, Americans, and everybody else on the planet will be best served if we never go back to the plastic cycle. We need to make solar panels and windmills, trains instead of cars, pack seeds and plants instead of toys and knickknacks.

No matter how our governments fuss and struggle for dominance, let’s remember that Chinese people are just like Americans and everyone else. We all want to live, and our children to live, and our grandchildren. Building a new world where this can happen is our common cause.

War Against What?

People are worn out. Every day is another battle.

Let’s be clear who the enemy is.

The real enemy might not be the virus, but the culture of people at the top who could have slowed it and saved the lives of hundreds of thousands, maybe millions. The enemy is bully culture, which put them in charge.

Bully culture is taking what you want, and the hell with everyone else.

Bully culture is hurting others on purpose, because you can.

Bullies rule us by fear. They pick on us one by one, and turn us against each other.

The only way to fight these evil bastards is together.

The best way to fight terror is to stay calm.

We can get our heads together, online better than in person. We can work together. We can get ourselves organized to build a new culture.

We are many. We can. If we will.

Safe Zones

Mourning and wringing our just-washed hands,
seeing the suffering, wanting it to stop
but staying out of the fight,
living in the safe zones

Hating it but letting it go on —
the cruel way things are organized —
not making it stop — not seeing how to make it stop —
not seeing how many people want to make it stop

The meek: we are the many.
We’re the ones who just want to live
and let live. Our lives are not
about power and money.

Our lives are about
our families and friends.
If they are well,
we are well.

We don’t want to fight
over money and power.
We don’t want to fight
at all.

We just want to live and let live.

Right now

that seems like a lot to ask

Grateful to Everybody

Civilization continues, due to the determination and courage of millions of ordinary workers. People in the background of our lives have leapt into the foreground. Suddenly we have new heroes, and they are everywhere.

Who knew how much was precious in our daily lives? Casual greetings, chats with cashiers, gossip at work, drinks with friends afterwards. Losing these things even for a few weeks or months turns out to be more painful than we could have guessed.

We used to take these face to face encounters for granted. We did not consider it rude to be on our phones with others even while a friend or family member was sitting right there. I wonder if we will still do this when we come out of quarantine. Or will we start to pay more attention to the people we’re actually with?

Rich and middle class people used to take their health care for granted. So long as it was mainly poor people who could not get help when they needed it, most of the non-poor didn’t care very much. Now we are all anxiously watching the overflow at hospitals, the lack of life-saving equipment. It turns out our health depends on other people’s health. Who knew? Will we come through this feeling like everyone has a right to care?

It used to be that nearly half the people in the US had trouble paying their rent or mortgage every month. Now many more will be falling behind. For decades, both federal and state governments have cut housing subsidies and failed to keep market housing affordable. Will we come through this feeling like everyone has a right to shelter?

Children have hated traditional schooling, having to sit in chairs and be quiet all day. Now they’re missing it. So are their parents and their teachers. When this is over, will joy return to the classroom? Will our gratitude lead to better teacher salaries, more curricular freedom, adequate materials?

Mainstream news coverage has hardly told us anything about all the goodies in the 880 page rescue scheme just passed by the federal government. All we know is most of us will get a check. Hooray for that. We’ll need another check next month. But who benefits from the biggest chunk of the $2 trillion giveaway? What good will come of rescuing the cruise ship industry? Did the top 1% really need another tax break?

We’re being reminded of how much we depend on others for food, electricity, everything we need. We remember why we have government in the first place. In the absence of sane federal leadership, governors and mayors are filling the gap. When the present crisis passes, we will compare and contrast.

In his book “Sirens of Titan,” Kurt Vonnegut invented a creature that could only say two things: “Here I am,” and “So glad you are.” When the present crisis passes, will we all be saying these things? Will we remember to be grateful for civilization?

The Sleeping Giant Awakes

It’s rare that we get an archetype as pure as Trump. He’s the apotheosis of greed, its avatar. The brutality, the swagger, the cold-heartedness, the deliberate and constant lying, all to feed his enormous ego: he’s the logical conclusion of basing a culture on the worship of wealth.

How clear does it have to get? Everything about him is so over the top, we hang on to every sliver of breaking news in horrified fascination. This is the worst of America. This is capitalism gone rancid.

Trump is a bully. His answer to everything is to threaten. He’s a spoiled brat who has always cheated to get what he wants, and has never suffered the consequences. He believes that other people are stupid, and his people keep proving him right.

And yet the man has done us a favor. He has shocked us awake.

Democracy is the sleeping giant in America. Theoretically, the government belongs to the people it serves. Theoretically, we can elect representatives to safeguard our interests instead of just shunting more of our wealth to the rich. But 40% of us don’t vote.

Non-voters are largely working class, the very class that has increased productivity and yet lost ground economically ever since the Reagan era. These people have come to believe that all politicians are alike, both parties are owned by large corporations, and their own votes would change nothing. There is just enough truth in these beliefs to make them self-reinforcing. If you don’t believe change is possible, you don’t try to change anything.

In spite of the complete disorganization of the Left, once Trump was elected, women, people of color, immigrants, students, teachers and their friends began to fill our streets in protest. COVID-19 put a stop to street demonstrations. But resistance to Trump’s oligarchy continues online, in ways quite separate from politics as usual. The Democratic party is not organizing protest. Nobody is. It’s happening anyway.

Unfettered greed in the form of anything-goes capitalism has not only ruined millions of lives but is quickly making the earth uninhabitable. When we recognize the crisis, we shake off passivity and begin to fight.

Trump is what happens when Americans abdicate our responsibility. We have been asleep at the wheel. We have to take back control of our country, grab that wheel and change direction. If we don’t stop the greed-heads from running our country, they will run it right over the cliff.

Trump is a symbol of everything this country has done wrong. Democracy is the hope that we can make things right.

“Blessed”

I’m starting to feel bugged by the word “blessed.” The way it’s used more and more seems to imply that people who are lucky to escape harm are “blessed”…which also implies that people who experienced that harm were cursed. That’s the flip side everybody ignores. It’s a backdoor way of blaming the victim. God must be punishing these people who suffer, and clearly God loves me better than them, so I must be a better person than they are.

Life is chaotic and dangerous, and more so all the time, thanks to the actions of humanity and not any supreme being. We can be grateful for our own well-being without claiming we earned it by being especially virtuous, or having been “blessed.” Those of us who are doing okay are mostly just lucky, to be born where and when we were, to the families we have, and with the gifts bestowed by our genes and upbringing.

This word “blessed” is especially beloved of broadcast news reporters, who feed the word to people who have just survived a fire or flood and are bewildered by trying to understand why they lived and their neighbors didn’t. I would like to see people just acknowledge their gratitude for their good luck and not have to tie it to morality or religion. Even at Christmas. Don’t take credit for any mercy you have been shown. Just love, and show mercy to others who have not had your good luck.

Here’s a suggestion: instead of bragging about being “blessed,” live so that you’re a blessing to other people.

Bad Behavior

We worry a lot about bad behavior. Kids ignoring social distancing during a pandemic. White cops killing unarmed black people; people frying their brains on drugs or alcohol; families torn apart by domestic violence; destruction of the environment by greed-driven corporations: we have no end of bad behavior to concern us. But is there a common thread?

Until the pandemic began, people gathered in the streets to protest historic levels of economic inequality, or catastrophic climate change. People demonstrated against killings motivated by racism or fanaticism, the surveillance state, cuts to poor people’s programs, or bombing campaigns in countries we can barely find on a map. Were these protests connected?

Something is brewing beneath the surface of our society. We have spent too many years on a path toward self-destruction, sometimes making progress but more often sliding backwards. Racism still hurts and kills people of color every day. Poverty makes hellish the lives of billions. Male aggression wounds and kills women. Our news media tell us lies or partial truths, and all our media conspire to distract us with trivia. And we continue to pollute our air and water, level forests, and strangle fellow-species with our trash, in spite of all our green intentions. Is it any wonder so many people are angry?

Is this the way we are doomed to behave? Do we have any other options? Or are we just greedy, curious, violent primates who will soon poison ourselves with our own waste? Many voices tell us that war is inevitable. They tell us that big corporations and rich people get their own way, that’s just how it is. But is that how it has to be?

We need to look around for examples of people doing things right. If we look, we will find them. In fact most people, most of the time, are doing things as right as our culture will let them. They work. In a lock-down, they stay home. They pay their bills. They wait patiently in line. They try to meet their responsibilities. They are kind. You can think they are suckers. Or maybe they are the meek who are supposed to inherit the earth.

If it were not for other people’s good behavior, meaning decent, helpful behavior, none of us would survive infancy. Good behavior is the ground against which bad behavior stands out. We take it for granted, just as we used to take our health for granted unless we got sick. For most of us, if we know the right thing to do, we will try to do it.

The problem with most people, the problem with the meek, is that we think we have no power. If we don’t have money or celebrity, we think we’re nobody. Yet most of the people in the world want only to be able to live life in peace. What if all of us nobodies decided to act together to make that possible?

But before we can even think about what we have to do to survive, we have to believe that humanity deserves to survive. We have reason to think otherwise — far too many reasons to think we are only a plague on the planet. Give the earth a few million years without us and she will generate millions of new life forms, every bit as marvelous and exuberant and weird as the life forms we are annihilating today. We will be gone, and no one will miss us. Why fight it?

Because the majority of us, the meek, deserve better than to go extinct. Our monstrous world system is run by a cynical few who refuse to allow any changes that would threaten their power, even if we need to make those changes in order for the species to survive. The idea that humanity is not worth saving is the most dangerous weapon in their arsenal. This is a sword that strikes down many good people, strikes them so they choose to sit and watch the carnage, strikes them so they choose not to intervene. They are among the walking wounded of this civilization. Their hearts have been crippled.

There are many reasons to feel the earth would be better off without us. They are all reasons to make peace with Apocalypse, the end of all human hopes. But spend some time around very young humans, and all those reasons come to nothing. We are born beautiful. We are as innocent and as lovely as any species on the planet. It is the culture based on greed and violence that is ugly and deserves to die.

Almost Exactly the Same

People are all almost exactly the same. I say almost because, even though we are 99.9% alike, that one-tenth of one percent difference is very important to us. That’s how we tell one another apart. Since we’re social animals, we depend on knowing exactly who another person is, even though she is almost exactly the same as we are. So we make a big deal out of that one-tenth of one percent difference.

Race, gender, class: these things help us tell one from another, along with details like body shape and facial features. But the differences are tiny. If you’ve ever seen a montage of many diverse faces, you have seen what Human looks like. In the same way, if you read the literature of any language or time, you know what Human behaves like.  We are fascinated by our tiny differences; we obsess about them. But they remain tiny.

If you doubt how much we are the same, remember what it is like to go to a movie in a theater. You laugh and gasp in the same places as everyone else there. You like the same characters and have no trouble identifying the bad guys. Also consider the fact that a good actor can play almost any role and make us believe it. How is that possible, unless we each contain in ourselves the whole range of human behavior?

There are other ways to tell how small our differences are. We think race, gender, and class are very important, and in some ways of course they are. Yet when you know someone’s race, gender, and class, you still know almost nothing about them that really matters. You don’t know if they’re kind, for example. You don’t know if they’re funny.

We will always be fascinated by the details of how each of us is unique and different from all the rest. We will always be interested in the soap opera of our secret, special, individual lives. But there come times when we have to look up from these details. We have to look at our civilization as a whole. We have to look not at personal behavior but at the behavior of our society.

When civilization has behaved so badly that we have begun to threaten our own survival, it’s time to think about what we can do differently.

Because each of us can be anybody. Each of us is capable, under the right circumstances, of every kind of human behavior. We contain in our own secret selves the complete spectrum of human behaviors. Which of the many possible behaviors we enact in our own lives is decided by our imagination of ourselves and of our circumstances.

Our imagination is tremendously powerful, though we often discount it, and even refuse to believe it affects anything. In our urban world where everything except the sky is a product of people’s imagination, maybe the power of imagination is so obvious that we take it for granted and so fail to see it. Yet imagination is the key to our future. How can we imagine ourselves saving the world?

Instead of thinking about how to change individuals, we should think about how to change culture so as to encourage the creation of healthy, sane, loving, humorous, careful human beings; how to change people’s environments so as to encourage healthy habits; how to create the people humanity needs to become.

How to make it easier to be creative, and not kill imagination first thing in school. How to make it easier to raise a family, to learn new things, to grow old. Movies, tv, video games: what do we need to teach, show, tell one another? What message are we broadcasting? What will it do to the people it reaches?

False optimism is not going to work. We can’t slap a happy face on things: life is too awful for too many. We can’t keep distracting ourselves from what we can see happening more and more clearly: the poisoning of the planet, the whirlwind we have reaped through our bad behavior. The longer we ignore the consequences of our greed, the harder they will be to make right.

If the species is going to survive, it’s time to get serious about it, and figure out how to save ourselves from this mess we have created. We have to look at exactly what our culture is: what we glorify, what we despise, whom we imitate, what values we adopt. This is crisis time. We need to pull an intervention on ourselves.

Anyone who has spent time with babies knows how smart we are and how much we can learn. Our bodies stop growing but our minds never stop. We can learn new ways of doing everything. That’s culture; we do it all the time. Every day we sing a new song.

Until recently, most of us have appeared to be frozen. We’re so used to watching life instead of living it, we’ve become passive. We have forgotten that everything around us has been formed from the action of human imagination upon the materials of the earth. We, ordinary humans, have invented it all. Our power is tremendous when we agree on something to do.

Some events in recent years indicate that we might be waking up to the crisis, and responding appropriately. Our most powerful moments have been singular and quite spontaneous. Look at how we’re self-distancing, in the complete absence of national leadership. The Arab Spring, undermined by the usual gangs of thugs though it was; the Occupy movement; the Women’s March; the appearance at U.S. airports of tens of thousands of people to support Muslims when Trump announced his travel ban; these are symptoms of a vital resilience, a resistance to the forces of death.

If we can ever convene the species and discuss the situation with everyone at the table, it is entirely possible that we can agree on our mission and our direction. We will understand one another. Because in spite of our splendidly elaborated cultures, our fascinating personal uniqueness, our endless variety of experience, we are all, finally, almost exactly the same.

Neighbors bringing food

We see feel-good stories at the end of our news broadcasts, right after they have scared the crap out of us. But the news has come home, good as well as bad.

We have neighbors and friends who are sick. When we leave our home, we walk large circles around other people, hoping we don’t get sick too. We use Zoom instead of hugging. We lay in supplies, trying not to be piggy about it.

And the friend down the street who has gotten the virus? We make soup and use our gloved hands to drop a container of it on her porch. We made enough to freeze, just in case.

Where we are

Are you a “non-essential worker”? Then slow down. Give yourself a break. Unless you’re a healthcare professional, now is not a time to rush.

For the worst reason, we have a chance to stop what we’ve been doing. We needed to stop doing some things anyway. Let’s take advantage of this opportunity.

We’ve stopped doing work that did not need to be done. We’ve stopped driving to jobs we can do at home. We’ve stopped hopping all over the planet like fleas on a dog. We’ve stopped thinking money is the most important thing.

Once we make ourselves and loved ones as safe as possible, let’s try to get over the panic. We stay at home. We wait. We are, as the Buddhists say, sitting with our fear.

When we sit with our fear long enough, it will begin to fade. Then we will be able to think.

Thank You

We are grateful for many people right now. Grocery store stockers, postal clerks, truck drivers, couriers, restaurant workers, farmers, doctors and nurses, police and fire people…It’s a long list. These are today’s heroes. They keep our civilization going.

To the people who maintain our internet, our electricity and heat, and our tap water: thank you! To news staffers, late night comics working without a live audience, techs at their stations, road repair crews, government contact persons: thank you so much!

And to all neighbors, friends, and family who are missing the presence of others like crazy, thank you too, for staying inside and dealing with the loneliness somehow. You are keeping us all as safe as possible. May you be well. This situation is temporary. I hope our gratitude is permanent.