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Poet/activist Drew Dellinger from "A COMEDY SPECIAL : Behind every terrorist there is a Bush"
which was a live recording of a benefit for the International Inquiry into 9-11. (It also had David Rovics singing: Who would Jesus bomb?, and if you happen to want to hear the whole special, you can find it at http://www.radio4all.net/proginfo.php?id=8... )

The poem seems to border on paranoid delusions at time, but the third stanza reminds me of the Paul Simon song 'The Boy in the Bubble' ('These are the days of miracle and wonder..'). We are indeed 'the flesh of stars' (elements of our body had to originate from exploded stars, according to scientists).

Poem by Drew Dellinger

It's 3:23 in the morning and I'm awake
because my great, great, grandchildren won't let me sleep.
My great, great, grandchildren ask me in dreams
what did you do while the planet was plundered?
what did you do when the earth was unraveling?
surely you did something when the seasons started failing
as the mammals, reptiles and birds were all dying?
did you fill the streets with protest when democracy was stolen?
what did you do
once
you
knew

i'm riding home on the coma train
i'm riding home on the coma train
i've got the voice of the milky way in my dreams
i have teams of scientists feeding me data daily
and pleading I immediately turn it into poetry

i want justice-consciousness reached
by people in range of secret frequencies contained in my speech
i am the desirous earth equidistant to the underworld and the flesh of the stars
i am everything already lost
the moment the universe turns transparent and all the light shoots through the cosmos
i use words to instigate silence
i am a hieroglyphic stairway in a buried Mayan city
suddenly exposed by a hurricane
a satellite circling earth finding
dinosaur bones in the gobi desert
i am telescopes that see back in time
i am the precession of the equinoxes
the magnetism of the spiraling sea
i'm riding home on the coma train
with the voice of the milky way in my dreams
i am myths where violets blossom from blood like dying and rising gods
i'm the boundary of time, soul encountering soul and tongues of fire

it's 3:23 in the morning and I'm awake
because my great great grandchildren won't let me sleep
my great great grandchildren ask me in dreams,
what did you do while the earth was unravelling
i want justice-consciousness reached
by people in range of secret frequencies contained in my speech

and because I was curious:

Satellite searches for dinosaur bones

and

Hieroglyphic stairway exposed by a hurricane in either August or September of 2001
More on the stairway & the meaning of the hieroglyphics
http://www.vanderbilt.edu/Register/Sep16_0...
http://www.arcl.ed.ac.uk/a1/stoppress/stop...