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Mahuta Maughan Poem
tossing a can of tuna,
I remember only the density of the metal,
and the death of a fish;
Malleable shrapnel, as I added apples,
to taste like Mom's,
energized by love, defeated in youth,
throwing a million sea people,
back to the aluminum world,
which never returns,
unless buried in space,
just not this place, not yet.
Why do Puritans own Tupperware,
and Red Eagle drive his diesel truck,
filling his tank with the greed of transportation,
needed temptation, to satisfy,
our graces lacking.
When choices guard the spirit,
yet survival, could never exhibit,
days of old;
When Mother Earth,
never had a can of tuna,
and respect for all living things,
lived with no waste.
Copyright © Mahuta Maughan | Year Posted 2005
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Mahuta Maughan Poem
When did it change?
Was it the romance,
or the first dance, the wet kiss,
at the car, maybe the confrontation,
that led me to be uncomfortable,
just the reason, you hold my arm,
no explanation, for how we moved,
from just a girl, to a girl that I know,
from trying to remember, your name.
To the purpose, of your game.
Pretending more, than could exist,
and suddenly, and suddenly,
I have to resist.
When did it change?
that we have to rearrange,
exactitudes of primal american attitudes,
things we want,
that give us anarchy,
dreaming someone else’s dream,
expecting ecstasy.
It changes,
believing changes,
speaking changes,
honoring changes,
wanting changes,
unwanted changes,
you expecting changes,
when belief in love never changes,
only the reality of it.
Copyright © Mahuta Maughan | Year Posted 2005
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