And Even Stones Weep

~ a poem for our times ~

Image on Pixabay by Alexas_Fotos

Wars and plagues,

blights and famines —

Does a platypus care?

or blue-gold fishes

whose simple sleep we envy?

Filled with

immaculate geographies,

does a geode care?

Does it not continue

to shed magnificence

even as it’s smashed open

like a cocoanut?

Blights burrow tunnels

into hoarded rhizomes

and fully articulated fossil bones

reveal forgotten secrets…

but foolish we,

astride phantom horses of hubris

decimate all we build.

Destroy, build. Build destroy.

Our children too.

Tortured in thorny slumber

inky with spent shrapnel,

a war orphan cares.

A turtle dove’s feather

guided by its own legerity,

awakens a child

with a kiss — a sooty cheek