Tonight I'm in
a thin mood.
I could shave my head
slip into khaki
dance my protest
across the streets of this city
if only
my broken body
could release me.
So I'm sending my children out
to the healthy and well-dressed
to speak about poverty and illness...
To the politicians
to plead for justice...
To the economists
to touch the souls of the heartless...
To the Aborigines
to say sorry and ask for forgiveness...
To the refugees
with a welcome notice...
I'm sending my children out
to wrap the world
in the word...love
to mend
our broken sky.
Published in The Drunken Boat (USA).