the actual pingpong of the abyss

Hope and process got we going
going round and round
we look into we mirror
we see we battleground.

Every little thing we love
all that we despise
we see it in we faces
we see it in we eyes.

Pastures of pure plenty
privation pork and greed
we shepherd boys we sleeping
we wolves we full of need.

We voting for Obama
we voting for McCain
we whole world watching waiting
disenfranchised still again.

Still we are the winners
hallelujah jubilee
disease and starving plentitude
commitment scarcity.

We lovers lying on we bed
we dozing spent content
we kitten purring near we head
we new life innocent.

We scamper pounce we captivate
we catch we moth we mouse
we layoffs unemployment
we foreclose upon we house.

We harking back new deal new leaf
we turning turning turn
we fossil fuel we had we day
we burning baby burn.

For everything a time a place
we turning turning turn
we soldiers now we flowers gone
when will we ever learn?

We epic poem we poets all
we know we have to write
daunted we but hopeful
process through the night.