allergic to sociopaths

body as perfect as the wind Â
a red-tailed hawk on the hunt Â
eyes sharp like razors Â
talons sharper Â
a flash of rabbit Â
a glimpse of a field mouse Â
life and death among the wild Â
and the free Â
james lee jobe
It is better to do nothing than to do what is wrong. For whatever you do, you do to yourself.Â
The Dhammapada

I am allergic to many things. Grasses. Trees. Dust. Mold. Sociopaths. I am allergic to cruelty. Heartlessness. Greed. Some of these things make me sneeze, others make me want to vomit. In the news it is clear that America has concentration camps for Latinos without papers. People with their children taken from them, living caged, in some cases, forced to drink from toilets. Today I saw a pick-up truck with a large American flag fluttering from a small pole in the truck bed. That sick feeling returned to my stomach. Again.
james lee jobe

a poem by du fu, 710-770 CE
leaving the city
it's frost-bite coldÂ
and late falling dew mufflesÂ
my gaze into bottomless skiesÂ
smoke trails above the distant salt mines
snow-covered peaks angle shadowsÂ
toward the east
even nowÂ
armies haunt my homeland Â
and war-drums throb hereÂ
a guest here in this river city tonightÂ
I return again to shrieking crowsÂ
my old friends
du fu

riprap - a poem by gary snyder
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