I already hear the Twittering Trumpers
in their unholy locker rooms
reducing the marching evolution of nurturing feminist matriarchs
to another whine,
shrill and screechy,
nagging nanny stroll away from True Patriarchal White Male empowerment.
Never minding Mother’s ecological sacred health
despite unfortunate economic risks of global holocaust pathologies
for our grandkids,
and their little sniveling co-dependent pets.
So let us not walk but march
in loud resonating silence.
Let us speak our claims for healthy presents
and matriarchal networking
of and for cooperative future health investments,
yet also listen to our voiceless co-empathic silence,
to gather all our therapeutic
MotherEarth powers of regeneration.
Let us both march through and around Washington’s squares,
yet also dance in twittering polypathic full-color circles
and deep healthy ecosystemic nutritional sight.
Let us weep for impudent sons
competing for whom to grab next in smokey locker rooms,
yet also sing our anthems of multiculturing EarthMother love.
Let us lie down in deadly silent omission
of where our Business As Usual competing pathologies
will ominously unfold across each and every bicameral heart,
and also jump and shout our cooperative diastatic hopes,
of health within
with divine MotherEarth;
not flying apart
to vote ever again
against Earth’s matriarchal potential for fully inclusive integrity.
Singing and dancing,
dreaming and listening,
marching in mutual mindful silence
until every sister
and her brother
remembers Never Again
will male supremacist locker room talk
prevail over matriarchal networks
of ecopolitically cooperative global health and safety.
to conserve Earth’s healthy nurturing progress.
mere competitions for Electoral College majorities.
cooperative economic ecologos of Matriarchal EnWombed Collegiality,
nutritionally enriched consensus.
not also progressive feminists
for Earth’s political health
as polypathic multicultural full-spectrum safety,
primally known in and through Mother’s Sacred Womb
of interdependent diastasis,
cooperative permaculturing climax.
Twitterish Trumpers are left too egocentrically behind,
balding blond old white rugged rough-rider men
without the Elder Wisdom their mothers and great grandmothers
could Full through New Moon share light with them
outside their smoke-filled emptying night timed echoing tombs
of cancerous LeftBrain Dominant klanish locker rooms.
speak of underpaid undernourished nagging Nanny Walks
as if each Nanny
were not also our Mother’s sacred Sisters,
marching where our patriarchal footprints of history
would healthier fall
to rise Earth’s nurture within-without again.