The sun crawls across the sky.
So slow, I think it must fall to earth.
The dogs are off chasing raccoons,
barking through the corn.
No one can do enough for the poor.
Capitalism’s ethos refuses to pay more.
Not you. You have a six pack of Blue Ribbon
and your spot in the ravine
sandwiched between two blackberry bushes
where you wedged a junkyard bucket seat.
Secluded away from my teasing
you read your trashy romance novels.
I know because, from the hayloft
retrieving bales after the leaves fell,
I spotted the red cloth
you tied around a slender tree.
It once was your 49ers t-shirt.
Well. That red, if it was not.
The sun speeds up a bit
and pulls the wind up a notch.
I spy your 49ers shirt from the porch
when the wind flutters it like a flag.
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Some capitalist song
sang my friends into enemies.
Maybe I should not blame the song
but my lack of attention
to what my friends truly value
or to my own ability for self-deception.
I saw greed wedge forth
a golden pig-god rooting around in the dirt—
disguised as Survival of the Fittest
with all of its frightened violence and rationalizations.
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to be a recognized minority
you must be numerous enough
to provide a market share
for a limited edition ethnic Barbie
to celebrate her income earning power
for El Segundo California’s
multinational toy manufacturing
to take production capacity
away from Match Box toy cars,
American Girl doll collections,
the Polly Pocket line,
Ever After High dolls,
Monster High dolls,
Hot Wheels toy cars,
Thomas & Friends line,
and the entire Barbie
figurehead fashion doll
from its brand inception
back in nineteen-fifty-nine.
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A little more than a month ago local TV news had a segment on Dia De Muertos Barbie and that a limited edition was coming out. Since Albuquerque is majority Hispanic this went over well. Actually it went over well with everyone I talked to since Day of the Dead celebrations are popular in New Mexico.
Day of the Dead Barbie link.
Dia De Muertos (Day of the Dead) Wikipedia entry.
I like having a day set aside for remembering those who have passed. I find it much more satisfying than Halloween. This could be because I have passed the age of being able to eat sinful amounts of sweets without ill effects.
I think in modern times we forget that Halloween was called All Halo’s Eve. There was All Halo’s Eve, All Halo’s Day and All Saints Day. I do not remember whose tradition had it that the souls of the dead collected on earth and around All Halo’s day left this world for the next world. I will leave it to religious scholars to debate just what the next world is.
So, as the leaves fall, I remember friends and family who have passed during the year and over the years. It is not the only time I think about them, but I consciously bring up their faces from my memory and replay old encounters with them that make me smile.
Love & Light