Taken from the Bush family songbook,
"I'm Dreaming of a White Crucifixion"



Salient spite, wholly fright
All is bombed, all is might
Drown young virgins their mother and life
Hole-ly infants so tendered in strife
Weep in heathenly grief
Weep in heathenly grief

Great!

Words of power, Shawn; you have written some powerful peace poems lately, and I love and cherish your words.

I wonder if we can ever somehow survive the blind and brainless, heartless madness of this bloodthirsty dictatorship...

Sometimes I despair utterly of the future, and wonder if we have one at all.

We are in a dark place in a dark time, and I can see no light. May God have mercy on us! We bear the stain of blood on our hands, and the stench of death hangs in the air everywhere.

I try to wrestle with the darkness in my new book... All we can do is light a spark in the dark; "were it not for hope the heart would break," as my Grandma used to say. I don't know if there is hope, but we poets have to try to speak against the tyranny somehow, even if no one listens to us.

I am listening to you in any case, my friend and fellow poet.

Respect and solidarity!

Fiat justitia, ruat mundus: fiat lux!

Love,

+Stevie