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A Poem by h d e rushin





"We are all born naked, everything else is dystopian" , Rupaul said. When my grandfather
told me of mules, how they were bred to toil and pull heavy s**t in the sun even when the soil
is packed tight like nappy headed girls. They rarely look you in the eye and when they do
they are like witch effigies. They occupy your retina; they convert the light into
nervous, chemical signals. Then when they are returned to the barn, even if it's still
daylight, they give off the retrofire of salvage. One day
when  I own my own farm and MONSANTO comes knocking me out with
insatiable greed and sanctimony, instructing me to buy only the seeds the've pre-ordained
if I want to keep on planting. While I twist and shout then turn over the deed to the farm,
I want all the mules of dust to reemerge like objects thrown by a person in a carriage
waving: at the stampede blue sky
             at the iron fencing.
             at the paradise that comes to mind again.

© 2017 h d e rushin



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love this piece...the vision of the mules, the vision of the farmer leaving everything, but wanting those memories to remain in the barn and out in the field of those animals that toiled so hard...that were taken for granted...
we don't think of mules as beautiful...but useful...sometimes we don't see past the beauty of people...we don't see how important their meaning is beyond the physical.

j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

sos true Jacob...I try to find the beauty in everyone I meet. and trust me, everyone has a certain b.. read more



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Reading this, I am minded of the sentiments expressed in the poem 'The Donkey,' by GJ Chesterton.

We are foolish to ignore the equality of species that was gifted by a higher and far wiser hand than ours.

Beccy.

Posted 1 Month Ago


h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

thank you dearest Beccy. I poke my head in here once and awhile as you can see. love you bunches..... read more
Revenge has its moments, doesn't it, dana!?

Life has been, is an' always will be sky high with mules of every shape, kind an' what-have-you, upon whose backs MONSANTOBUGS will sharpen their fangs and hone their blades!

Move ten places forward to the time when fields were green, animals roamed, life was based on the barter system, doors were left open and folk walked on their own two feet.

Sorry. As ever you've got the juices running an thoughts racing! Should add that whilst I''ve ranted to make my points, you words lay in precious calm, clarity an' - though tongue in cheek at time, plus, have a reasonable air of diplomacy..

Posted 1 Month Ago


h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

thank you my dearest love......Poetry can reach us, even across the ocean.....dana
one of my great Grandfathers and his son in law (my Grandfather built their farm on the prairies of the Midwest ..at one time they ran 2000 head of cattle ...we still have the farm in the family .. one of my cousins lives there but the land is all rented out to the Monsantos of the world ..so i see a great sadness in your prose(?) and the death of small family farming ..how can one do it when a tractor costs 200K or more ...sigh! the images of your mules drew me right in ...the descriptions of the ground and your "nappy headed girls" put me in a place and time ... perhaps there is justice in those stampeding sky mules .. risen up from the dust .. but alas...i do have my doubts :( wonderful read for me ..could so easily be expanded on ..i appreciate the wide world views as you include the Rupaul quote ..tho i do disagree with its philosophy ..i am an incurable optimist at heart ;)
E.

Posted 1 Month Ago


h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

I want to one day, before too long, talk to a cattle farmer. they seem to know too much. Too much ab.. read more
I suppose we're all just a mule in one way or another. But man can we pull some s**t.

Posted 2 Months Ago


h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

great analogy to the human condition Cory. we pull our way out of bed, my sister who has gotten fat .. read more
love this piece...the vision of the mules, the vision of the farmer leaving everything, but wanting those memories to remain in the barn and out in the field of those animals that toiled so hard...that were taken for granted...
we don't think of mules as beautiful...but useful...sometimes we don't see past the beauty of people...we don't see how important their meaning is beyond the physical.

j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

sos true Jacob...I try to find the beauty in everyone I meet. and trust me, everyone has a certain b.. read more
let it be so

the evil will one day perish from this earth

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

as we speak my love, the evil is already perishing....thank you...dana
There is a touch of the cynic in here, someone who knows that life is just one damn enigma after another (and so the RuPaul quote), and yet there are mules and paradise here, and I am taken aback by such things that I could never write, and likely not imagine.

Posted 2 Months Ago


h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

I met a man on the train the other day, ,an Arab man who wanted to tell me about avacado's..so much.. read more

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