The Cherishing of Life, The Feeling of Apocalypse.
"They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine, plague and by the wild beasts of the earth." (Revelation 6:7-8, on the four horsemen)
Dead flowers held aloft like
heat rising from upraised hands.
A sickly sunlight made to
make things grow peering outward.
Blossoms all withering limp.
Flowers like children born with
the potential to sprout and
to flourish in our wake, still—
One lay dead thanks to us. An
Ignorance-bred massacre,
and there she lay. Hospital's
bed rigid and cold, yet limp.
Decrepit, rain-rot roots hang.
It is eleven at night.
They haven't gone to her yet.
In minutes they tell her dad
they didn't tend the garden.
Not well enough to foster
life. They tell her mom that they
are very sorry at the
loss of a child. They'll tell her—
in different words—that she,
was meant to inherit the
earth, but like trampled fields crushed
under gallop, your world ends.
Let her live. She's been given
her immortality.
YOU ARE READING
Heuristic
PoetryA poetry collection. heu·ris·tic /hyo͞oˈristik/ adjective enabling a person to discover or learn something for themselves. "a "hands-on" or interactive heuristic approach to learning" noun a heuristic process or method.
