by James Padilla-DeBorst
comrades in the struggle for
the Party w/out a vanguard
the anarchic community of communities.
We grow hidden under hills and valleys
linked under the parking lots of this world.
with only our spindly roots
we desperately drink of
the Creation of the original endangered species.
we spread like wild, grasses.
slowly, yet inevitably
pulling down walls
renewing barren and polluted land.
Drink spilt blood
Sprout and flower
unexpected and beautiful across dry plains
Feed hungry cattle,
Become bedding for the weary refugee
and in the abandoned vacant lot,
shelter with us
even the worm slithering away from the strangely hot sun.
James Padilla-DeBorst is a guy who talks funny to dogs and babies alike. He is a missionary in Costa Rica with Christian Reformed World Missions and has his fingers in so many creative ventures, that it would take a complex diagram to explain it all. We think that maybe he reads Wendell Berry too.