A woman makes a kerosene lamp
And pops popcorn in a Pepsi can.
Two women replicate the task,
And don’t understand kerosene is dangerous.
Unfortunately, it claims a life.
In my back yard, fifty caliber rifles
Semi Automatic rifles, pistols
All echo down the valleys
From the local gun ranges.
I feel perfectly safe, though I hear them.
In fifty percent of the nation’s back yard
The same thing happens
But bodies end up being wheeled out
Of the local urban blocks.
They feel threatened because they hear them.
My friend makes napalm
Rides with one fist wrapped around a tractor
And a foot loosely straddled to the only sliver
Wide enough to get a foothold.
He blows up groundhog nests with the napalm.
A city dweller thinks a groundhog looks
Like a bunny rabbit,
Grows attached to it
And then hears this story and is disgusted.
I sit for ten hours scraping meat off of a butchered cow.
Hours earlier, the owner was chest deep in its guts.
We sit, and pleasantly discuss life plans
And enjoy the day; it’s a pleasant afternoon.
Another person has never seen something die…
Except maybe a roach or ant…
And then gets offended at the mere thought.
Nor can he imagine the fat littered around the grass
Looks a lot like white rubber.
A baby Inuit plays with a knife at three months old.
A conservative farm boy shoots a .22 caliber rifle
At seven. He also goes four wheeling and dirt biking
And swings on a rope that hangs over his dad’s wood shed.
Civilized society can’t even hold a sharp knife until they are ten;
Are strapped in a car seat until they are about a grown adult
Don’t understand that fire can burn;
And don’t understand that knives are sharp.
These two worlds are clashing right now.
They are our Republican and Democrat respectively.
And like an Ulcer, the pain gets worse
Right before it heals.
What will heal it
Is to know that when you see more trees than people
It’s different than when you see more people than trees.
I think J.D. taught me this.
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