The Bang Bang Boys

Mad wolf boys bay
a waxing solstice moon 
to Bloom

is the Gateway
Nowhere to hide

Bang Bang

Warblers sing on

Nerves strung too tight
Guns batter
Forest Peace

Bang Bang

Warblers sing on

Nighthawk soars


Flaming bombs


Screaming cells

beg for relief.

Bang Bang

Warblers sing on

Is full of magic
A feast of gratitude

hold tight to Flight

Let go


into Crazy

stretch credibility

Plan Escape.

Bang Bang 

Warblers sing on

Robin sits
on her nest
warming blue eggs
through Cedar’s
Fragrant eyes-
Black Pearls
have wings
Just like the 
whose ribbed trunks
I lean

Bang Bang

Warblers sing on

 Waving at me 

with urgent needles

fluttering leaves

trees tell me

most will die
In one hundred years
who will

be left to care?

Bang Bang

Warblers sing on

in moist earth.
rotund trunks
branch low. 
Step ladders
to the sky

turn blue
hemlocks breathe 
   mourning tears

needles showered in

 gold and green

transform in
morning  light.

Bang Bang

Warblers sing on…


Terry Tempest Williams writes “ animals continue to live with an integrity of purpose even as the ecosystem to which they belong to is unraveling”.

This is one point I am trying to make in this poem.

If the poem just strikes the reader as discordant I have made my point. As we approach the summer solstice, deep greening shading us from the heat, we enter the summer season living a split between nature’s intentions and those belonging to so many humans. 

 Richard Powers states:

“To see green is to grasp the Earth’s intention.”

Isn’t Greening is all about celebrating light as the trees photosynthesize creating the oxygen most species need to breathe? 

At summer solstice the waxing of the light has been accomplished. At the solstice the sun stands still and then begins its slow journey south decreasing in intensity. For nature, summer is a time of increasing abundance heightened by glorious flowers and pollinating bees and butterflies flooding fields and gardens. The mating songs of birds are fading into softer summer melodies. Berries ripen, seeds have  already been set by early spring flowers; others will follow. Birds are laying eggs; some are fledging. The scent of summer is intoxicating for birds, mammals and trees, all of which have keen noses of one kind or the other. (Yes, trees can smell and communicate through scents by air!)

The heat slows most of nature down. By noontime the trees are shutting down photosynthesis for the day as temperatures increase. Now trees begin to transpire releasing moisture that may or may not bring in a summer shower. Brooks and streams lose water, vernal pools dry up as tiny toads and frogs seek the comfort of wet leaf litter or an overgrown garden to hide in. Birds cease most afternoon singing. Early mornings and late evenings allow the fox and coyote to hunt. Bears emerge from bogs and the tree frogs begin their evening symphony, perhaps punctuated by an owl’s hoot or a kingfisher rattle as the latter fishes the brook for trout. The night sparkles with the cool green light of a few fireflies…

Unfortunately, many people seem pitted against this season of grace and plenty. Frantic partying, roaring boats, motorcylces, four wheelers, trucks, speeding cars scream so loud that nature’s sounds are drowned out. It’s no wonder the 4 percent of animals that are left on this planet hide. Bright spotlights light up the night so stars, migrating birds and fireflies disappear. I often wonder if these folks see anything that is connected to the planet that supports them.  So much beauty wasted.

The issue of making as much noise as possible may be one way to drown out all salient thought – a powerful form of denial. The other of course, is spending so much time pursuing “busy” as recreation, even if it’s rabid mountain climbing or racing down a woodland trail.

I won’t bother to address our addiction to shopping and technology.

Most disturbing is a trend that I have been following for about 20 years. The noise is getting louder; yes we have more people, but TV and Video games have also become more violent. Why are so many addicted to explosives of one kind or another be it video games, fireworks, murders, mufflers, bombs or guns? Noise pollution has become endemic to the culture as a whole.

An urgent question for me is to ask what this noise may be doing to the cells of our bodies/minds whether we think we are sensitive to noise or not? 

Many studies show that as the temperatures heat up more familial abuse (rape especially) and murders seem to occur. Of course this is a complex issue, but I invite the reader to google some of these disturbing studies. When I finally did they confirmed that my senses were not deceiving me.

For those of us who need quiet time to think, to dive deep to write, to allow our bodies to decide when to wake and sleep, to move with the rhythms of nature, life becomes an uphill struggle as we are forced to live by a (deranged?) human clock. Even if a person doesn’t suffer from PTSD like I do, finding peace is a challenge. I am graced by having a place to go to hide. I can fall asleep and rise with the birds, but what do others do?

My poem juxtaposes bird song with explosives mirroring the fact that song birds like warblers sooth the human soul and probably that of all non – human sentient beings while highlighting an ever growing dramatic split between the rest of nature and humans .

The use of boys is deliberate. Adolescent Male aggression  (regardless of age or even gender) appears to peak at this time of the year. I see the solstice as reflecting the apex of destructive male power, a radical view that I have not seen expressed elsewhere.

I’d like to know what others think.

NOTE: wordpress once again butchered poem – I let it be


I wrote this piece and didn’t stipulate that some adult men and women use guns responsibly, and do not choose violence and aggression as a way of dealing with frustration or solving problems but the destructive cultural tendency is increasing. What scares me the most is how many perceive themselves as ‘good’ and decent people.

I also think that there is a direct relationship between creating/seeking noise and distancing oneself from the plight of the planet. I hope I made that clear.

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