he memorialised things he
preferred he wasnt
the cuntkingthe sociopathclown
jiggling in the center-ring Juvenals circus and bread the number of Americans who had
died at the hands of those illmanaging the novel coronavirus
why not memorialise something he wanted to
Chief Luther
Standing Bear
The
man who sat on the ground we rarely make that
connexion anymore – since we wear shoes have lawnchairs benches sidewalks
streets roads vehicles apartments houses buildings malls highrises buses trains aeroplanes – we do not touch the earth – maybe if we did we wouldnt be so
quick to let it be spoiled tainted and ruined – we wouldnt deny were injuring
the earth taking taking
taking rarely attempting to heal
the land restore it care for the earth . . it is the tit that nurses us that is running
dry in his tipi meditating on life
and its meaning rarely does the Mass of humanity
take into account or has the wherewithal to meditate on Life and Living their
meanings because there is an appetite for
the Afterlife – rote mindless prayers rosaries prayer beads kneeling on rugs in
pews worshipping the God who they demanded sacrifice his son for them and the Gods others worship accepting the kinship of all creatures
and acknowledging unity with the universe of things, was infusing into his being
the true essence of civilisation, and when native man left off this form of
development, his humanisation was retarded in growth.
Chief Luther Standing Bear called
the many retarded
he
couldnt help but agree and memorialise it
0744, Friday,
20 12. 19
1534, Twosday,
5 5. 20
