David Jackson

There are no favorites.
There is no victory,

only gladness that I have no

child

to sacrifice

to the masses,

calling themselves this or

that,

the masses,

of which

I am one,

tumbling

without

control to

eternity,

with only this,

merely a comma in the dialogue,

a simple request,

let’s have a spot of tea with our war.

King George always likes a spot

of

tea.

***

Here we are now
in the shadows

of truth, or

what we may think is the semblance of

love which is truth, or

beauty which is truth, or

peace which wants to be true

but we don’t seem to let it

carry us

home.

So here we are in the

shadows waiting for the

warmth of summer’s truth,

waiting for our fellow man

to stop the killing of little

children

***

Until Then

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When reason rules the world
there will be no flimsy excuses
for war.
When love rules the world
there will be no
children crying.
When there is hope again
then our votes will count again,
but not until then may we rest,
not until then may we be silent,
may we be content
to let lies be counted as truth,
to let the children of war
lie broken and
bleeding
without pointing to say
look, there!
– David Michael Jackson
***

Waiting
waiting for
nine oclock,
fifty five years,
Godot,
waiting for
morning,
saturday,
for
candy,
ice cream,
a woman,
a man,
waiting for
sunrise,
sunsets,
a doctor,
lawyer,
(the engineer is on time)
waiting for
truth,
justice,
and the American way
and hoping
that it will all turn out
okay.
– David Michael Jackson

***

Sweet Survivor
So sweet to see no tube
in her nose
no oxygen in use
no catheter
so sweet to see
three meals today
and water being drunk
with the words
I love water

Yesterday she babbled without words
today she babbles
with words
and rhymes
playfully
but answers questions
what’s your name
moonrock
so sweet to
hear my name
Little Man

– David Michael Jackson
***