The land is my sepulcher; I shall not swerve.

It causes me to climb high mountains and haunt

caverns for hours and hours. It draws me

into flowering fields, and bathes me in cool

waters. It ensouls my body - the dream-life

of trees, and roots me deep within the Earth.

Though I live in empire's valley of death,

I will fear no evil. For the ground there is fertile

with the blood of all who have resisted injustice.

Their life and their death, they comfort me.

They prepare me a path of integrity

and courage in the presence of killers. Their love

and their passion light the way every day

of my life; and I will dwell in the house

of their deeds and their words forever and ever.


little big pine

january 2012

Little Big Pine: citizen, patriot, poet; may be reached at littlebigpine@gmail.com.