Colitas

We push through the minutia 

of excrement and brittle wings 

with invisible meanings 

until chard and broken purposes 

slip beyond our grasps 

Then in death does the smoke rise 

and our fragile morbidity 

reveal us for the fools we are 

That while we breathed 

we feared and let the few decide 

the fate of the many 

When nature's remedy 

that flourished before our time 

begged to be noticed 

but was ignored by influence 

we inhaled 

So we remain weak and dependant 

and for those who suffer 

man's laws and punishments 

hope of survival fades 

with the white of the eyes 

And the green heaven 

is wasted on the ignorance 

and hypocracy of Congress.