How To Say, You're Not Ready For The World?

How To Say, You're Not Ready For The World?

How to say, You’re not ready for the world?
How to say, Beware…/Don’t…/Remember to…?

I’m not sure about your future, son
After making war with the animals, the climate
Wears a hole in hope’s traditional gown
And deep hollows hang in the mirror
Of your Mother

How will you fly the world without my wings
Stretched over yours when you leap? 
Will yours unfurl?

“Look father!” you say, “Papa!”
In the distance:  A speck
Gasping, I see you soar, your shadow careens the city, the world
Your movements, the questions of sages

Our plasticized brains and seas! 
Nevertheless
You have unfurled

When The Fascists Come

When The Fascists Come

If the fascists take over, will there still be flesh
That seizes up in awe on the arms of the sound
Of the boy channeling Chopin's piano?

When the fascists take aim, will the lovers on the beach
Singing from their deep and sturdy gaze
Hear the rifling in their own green voices?

As they leap from trucks (and they will have trucks)
Will they pause in heavy duty boots to listen
To the guitarist plucking the quietest cloud?

Mostly, in these times of fascism, I wonder
If people will clap along with the thunder, if troops
Will outshine the sax, if blooms will turn to fruit.

Will we still sing when we are deep and well alone
Hallelujah? And will it seem to us, when the fascists come
Like cherries hanging on a chorus of song?