headline poetry

All of its own accord, and
with no one’s permission,
it slipped gingerly into the mouth
of the rough hewn crevasse. Wending
it’s easy way down, playfully jostled
between the cold and warm air
pockets, toward the center of the earth.
Simply a song to sing
along the elementary journey.
A sweet and lucid smallness,
the song is echoed and amplified, filling the
chasm and broadcasting out of it,
serenading the world
with tender acceptance and unconditional love.
We confess it touches us deeply.

And yet, or in spite,
as touched as we are,
we also demand action,
a doing must not fail to be done.
We begin to coax for a broader slit.
There will be no delays for
dawdling and dallying. Rebelling
against our rising with confessions
of ease and grace and charm,
will not be tolerated
Our message is urgent
and will rage until delivered.
We ready the push and loose the ride
to slam a super big widening offensive
like a killer typhoon
upon the bowels of the earth.
No losses are too great in our war against
Smallness.