A department of “feeding our babies”

Tell me triumphs
I wait for crescendo
The next lobstick
The next teaching
Profound.

A youth
An aged one
No matter the wings
Or lack
4 feet?
More?
Less?

WE SEE YOUR DEAD!
Writers
Men
Philosophers
Men
Economists
Politicians
You know the story

We’ve come for your dead
Let them pass over
Let’s stop this endless funereal
We will feast them when the time is right
They teach us
From their zombie fingers
Economy
Education
Leadership.

We need Directors General
Of caring, curiosity, circles of wonder.
A department of “feeding our babies”
Hand to hand
Heart to heart
We learn
We teach
We create
We be
We ebb
We let go

Pehiw Awakening 2022