One Day Closer

One Day Closer

Spring swirls disaster. Seven years and out. School
shelters in direct line, flags stretched on arced halyards
as hard-working, low-income neighborhoods, sent asunder
years ago lie: rotting wood, flipped trailers, sunken bridges
rust. Years hence, drunken revelers will enjoy gated condos
looming Disney-style, where once having no money was the
norm, where community and concern towered over racism,
where a funeral march caused pause and celebration, the
grateful dead, in that number, while visitors, nursing
hangovers may or may not have felt the twinge of privilege
versus poverty. Why is it the rural districts, the urban poor
and the trailer parks always get hit, while the pyramid-topped
monuments to greed survive? (God’s grace, that’s why.) One
more chance to come together for the common good. One
more opportunity to live up to the simple Christian ideals set
forth. Here we have the easiest religion to comply with, and
still, money-power runs roughshod: latter day slavery,
closed-door, sentry guarded mansions: apocalypse now.

Copyright, Doug Stuber, 2007. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


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