SO SAY THE BUDDHISTS redux

The Buddhists say we are all connected
The coffee plantation in Africa and breakfast in New York
My coffee cup and a Chinese factory worker
The rice paddy that gave her supper
The exploding star that formed the iron of which the plow is made
The exploding star that made the iron for the bullets in my enemy’s gun
My enemy who would shoot those bullets at me
The iron in my body’s blood
The iron in the blood of the other political party, who stands under my flag
We are all connected, all one
My enemy as my beloved are all one with me
Everything is mine, is me
And I am one with everything
Makes me think twice about rage, about hate
About causing anyone harm, anything harm

HEMINGWAY’S POETRY

And Hemingway tried his hand at writing

Poetry

And it never went anywhere

And everyone knows of Hemingway’s

Stories

And Gertrude Stein said that they were

And that he must not write stories that are

Inaccrochable

And Hemingway’s mother never liked his work

And they couldn’t read his stories in her

Reading group

And Hemingway wrote in a letter that he wanted her support

And for Christmas Hemingway’s mother sent him

A gun

And Hemingway’s father had committed suicide with

The gun

And Hemingway’s mother thought he would want it

And Hemingway unlocked the cabinet and used his own

Shotgun

And ended his illustrious literary career by his own hand

And had undergone electroshock treatments at the Mayo Clinic for

Depression