When all Heaven breaks loose

When all Heaven breaks loose
Dick Cheney will have no underground bunker to hide in
watching the news on a black market cable box.
 
When all Heaven breaks loose
the dandelion will no longer be considered a weed to kill,
hay no longer a pollutant, and food and animals
no longer things to modify.
 
Scientific windbag explanations
as to the purpose of our existence
will suddenly be silenced
by heliotropism.
 
National Security does not know how to stop a hurricane
or what to do about earthquakes, but when all Heaven
breaks loose our bare feet will feel
cell-phoneless vibrations of Mother Earth
and all ten toes with adjoining parts will peacefully know
where to go, who to see, and what to do.
 
Our voices will be heard in the rustle of leaves, faces seen
in the slow-moving clouds, scents picked up on the breeze.
 
When touching a tree bark i will also touch your skin,
when tasting a wild strawberry also taste you,
and though you may be in another country walking
in the opposite direction to get water from the stream
the prayers will be felt in your pores, songs rise
in your throat, and jokes lighten the stride.
 
When all Heaven breaks loose
the sweat of farmers, builders, and athletes like ancient Greeks
will rain down on
and drown out all objections
to what is best for this planet and people.
 
When all Heaven breaks loose
this poem will be used to light a fire
that will warm the tired and decrepit bones
of the Dick Cheneys of the world
who will be found cold, rain-soaked, and weeping
after finally repenting for their atrocities.