and walks into darkness
as the fire grows dim.
the tree cut in its prime,
and left to rot through the seasons…
the small boat unmanned,
is lost on the seas.
the knife that cut granite
lies on the mantle in shadow,
the fingerprints on the handle
too long unnamed…
the door swung open,
but no one enters…
the sound of the gnawing
swallows up the night!
unnamed ashes that smolder.blades of grass never speaking,small stones half buried.dust on the windowpane,raindrops that falland then rise…straw gathered for the nest,the silence of the eggs.the tongue, and the ear,the moment that does not pass.the lid on the box,the nails shaped like prayers.,nothing, everything…candles never lit!
and the tree knowsthat it is the sky!the butterfly is sure thatit is the leaf turning colorin autumn’s passion,and the cloud is happyto be a cave….then why are we so damn confused?
and vacant buildings….through the alleyways..concrete graveyards…the hint of smoke hangsin the air…. the stain of soot,the taste of death… lingers….i closed my eyes and sawthe bodies… strewn in the streetlike trash blown against a fence…eyes wild, faces contorted, …death, and it’s brothers and sisters…storefronts dark and ominous,gas pumps stand alone like angrysores, oozing into the…
and ice has formed on the lipsof the heart…close the eyes softly,prepare for snow…praying for the promise of spring!
that dropped the bombson the family kneeling togetherin a tiny dwelling?did i?did i pump the gasto drive around townthat sent the armyto invade a small country,rich in oil….well, did i?did i waste the paperthat came from the tree,the whole forest cut down….that left the earth bare,and choking for air….did i?did i throw out the foodleft…
you…cannot…..do…. ….it!all the things you’re clinging to:pride,…success,……possessions,………self-fulfillment,………….ego.all lost in an instant,when time opens the door,and finds you naked!
