PEACE CHANT IN REDWOODS
Sweet bread that sustains us,
our senses devour you!
You come as the stellar jay's yell,
the loud wind that pounds
while redwoods creak. You're the day
that gives itself for us.
Our eyes lick your white trillium
and redwood sorrel. They swallow
your old man's beard, that green lichen
that abounds in clumps. They drink
the fog that refuses to part. Sweet day,
you are the unbroken bread. Our hands
taste you in rough douglas fir bark
in soft redwoods, in the crispness
of frigid streams. Your're the scent
of damp oyster mushrooms, of chantarelles
and soil. We taste you in miner's lettuce
and in fennel's licorice tang. Sweet bread,
we stand at our own center and at yours.
The day that feeds will grab us back
and make us food for moss and snails.
We walk with this knowledge, and know
the mutual hunger that sustains us
and keeps us alive. Together we're strong
as granite and wind. You're our partner, our meal,
the mouth that will take us.
and the sweet
of absence. The
in this place is
with gray dust.
Preserve us from
of stale bologna,
cheese food late at
Bread, defend us
from surplus blankets
that scratch and
so flat they
respond to our kicks
and shrieks when we
yell and mourn. Sustain
us in this
called war, this
that grows and dominates
the land. Call us to granite,
to river, to wind, to
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