Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Ire of the Righteous

(due to purposed cuts in California’s home care budget people with disabilities have established a tent city called ArnieVille)

They are camped out in Sacramento
as I write this,
already damaged bodies calling cement
tonight’s sleeping quarters.
One night’s tossing and turning
will hopefully preserve hard won gimp liberation,
whatever the Gubernator’s intent.

I sit inside
my warm, enclosed apartment
writing a poem to some women in Texas
and praying for justice.

1 comment:

  1. The police cleared our tents from the street
    in front of the state capital

    Our rage and love remain.

    (thank you for the beautiful connection of this poem, Martina)