Murray's Poetry 51-54

 51. i'm leaving you this poem

      written on your mirror
      look through my words
      and see yourself


52. THE AUCTION DATA FOR THE NEW WORLD

      the auction data for the new world
      who'll give me 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 25
      going going gone
      sold to empty america

      i've come to see empty america
      that's filled with everything
      like the queen mary queen elizabeth
      britains bridge brains
      all america all america
      so rich so fine so very very empty

      the auction data for the new world
      who'll give me 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 25
      going going gone
      sold to mighty america

      i've come to see mighty america
      with its great war machine
      devised to impede mass growth
      and make the filthy rich filthier
      so they can have much more in quantity
      what your kids die for in fields of green

      the auction data for the new world
      who'll give me 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 25
      going going gone
      sold to kind america

      i've come to see kind america
      and its people who are more each day
      run cruelly off roads they paid for too
      like you when driving unkindly by
      giving them only the double finger
      wishing they were dead like your forever

      the auction data for the new world
      who'll give me 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 25
      going going gone
      sold to white america

      i've come to see black america
      that's higher in the dirty gutter's
      that the whites on green streets
      being the only colour they understand
      even missing their sad reflections
      inside their silver coined mirrors

      the auction data for the new world
      who'll give me 5, 10,15, 20, 25, 25
      going going gone
      selling america


53. BEFORE BEING THANKFUL

      when saanitch closed their lands
      and victorians their mouths forever
      denture wearers no longer complained
      for bromo they needed after dinner 

      carpenters canned their jobs
      to become garbage men on collection
      loggers no longer fed green chains
      they were tree planting slopes of reflection

      mine shafts like tombs were sealed
      their moles tunneling under cities
      where transit wheels turn unending
      below roads grassed for God's children

      pulp mill slaves learned new skills
      their industry turned anti sewage
      reduction plants replaced production machines
      water bombers became fertilizer spreaderes

      be thankful grandson
      be thankful for not being born into the pollution revolution
      be thankful yes be thankful
      more than once we thought, but never had the solution


54. FASHION COMPASSION

      the hag
      at her window
      sill
      claimed
      her husband bill
      never came home
      the night before
      last monday
      she prayed at church
      where she hadn't been
      for such a long time
      that she went dressed
      for mass
      to find a mess
      of long haired people
      praying
      and saying
      "all is just
      if her husband lusts
      for someone else"
      other than them
      she met no-one
      even the pope
      had left his village
      in exchange
      for greener grass
      in new york town
      everyone frowned
      when she came again
      to her window sill
      but all agreed
      when in plain sight
      she dropped a pill
      then claimed that bill
      was no match
      for the man
      inside her mind