By Larissa Douglass, lcdouglass.com
LEAVES AND ACORNS A lesson, beloved The clock ticks a dream Forested boots on cats The tendrils through the trees Remember the story Of fur and teeth, claws underneath Twelve dollars short on a bank payment Bills and credit cards unraveled Vines twisted around ankles Hoisted high to sway from the giant pine above the orchard Coins falling from your pockets Silver-white in the dusk. You’re broke now So you think you’re woke now? You’ll have to pay your way now With leaves and acorns Among those who believe In a war between nature and humans They’ve listed the price of every soul on earth I saw you at the fire sale Hoisted up with other souls, all on display Someone pointed, checked your tag Twelve dollars for that? That seems way Way too high. Inflation these days Everything is so expensive What’s a bargain? What’s a curse? When this midnight waltz Counts three, you will open your eyes in the darkness And see that money is an illusion It’s a lesson you only learn once The money is gone It’s a lesson you never forget First, the shiver as the veil lifts Then the shock, as poverty restores your sight Write down your vision on tablets Show the world your funny victory, when you see It is money, not sin, which divides us from nature Now the truth comes to you Like moonlight through an open window Without the money You are one, one of many Who stand outside profane delusion And merge with nature as she comes to greet us Reunite us with the wilderness and notice That those who try to ruin you Bless you bless you bless you Save you, save your life They walk away laughing Never knowing how they turned the wheel in your favour Destroy the middle class, they said Dumb peasants, bought and paid for, compromised They thought bankruptcy would break us Instead it made us made us made us Only then did we see reality as it truly is And we became greater in that silence We talk across the distances In secret nights of love and justice In ways they cannot contemplate In ways that make them fear the night Because they cannot touch us And they can’t see how to do this No one taught us, we just know We light up in all directions, look north first Through the cardinal points to the spaces between Spokes in the destined wheel, time turning Into the rewarded calendar So that when they come to harvest us, we are no longer there Vanished, into the dying warmth north of autumn It knows only the thud of fruit It hears the chorus of birds perched amid dry rustling corn Crow-filled conversations In the forest, the sun warms grey-green lichens on oak bark As animals hurry to prepare for winter Ignore the lies, destroy the debts, and build your real property You can tell them when they call Of course of course I know It’s serious, it’s really serious I’ll send you some leaves and acorns Right away. I’ll even send them out today High in the branches, oak leaves turn gold and flutter They convert credit cages of carbon and silicon Into air and water One day, you’ll look back and say I lost it all. It changed my life. It saved my life.
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