The First Stone

 

Mural Shenanigans. Wittenberg University.

 

FURY

In this unnatural world

we are the only species

that perpetuates animosity

Survival may be for the fittest

but animals do not plot revenge

hold generational grudges

punish and torture

starve and exterminate

deceive and manipulate

poisoning

the

future

 

One could argue

of all the life

that walks this planet

we are the least civilized

of lesser intelligence

Surely depleted

of kindness and mercy

Any hungered frenzy

those called beasts

could possibly muster

is swallowed whole

by the fury we pass

to

our

children

Elah

Sons of Mothers
Mother's of Sons
Daughters of Fathers
Father's of Daughters
Brothers of Sisters
Sisters of Brothers
Grandchildren of Grandparents
Grandparents of Grandchildren
Nieces of Uncles
Uncles of Nephews
Nephews of Aunts
Aunts of Nieces
Ancient Cousins
of Cousins
of Cousins

Family, Friends or Lovers
Bombs do not care
Bullets do not spare
Justice and Mercy
DO NOT EXIST
in political warfare
There is nothing left to identify

Let alone 

identify with

Only pink tinted ash
Aren't there enough ways to die?
If we insist on continuing to make more

then the future is already past

Ocean

I never understood
the depth of the ocean
by submerging my self within it
The breadth of the sea
was not for me to see
from the outside

My grasp of the great overwhelm
and true conception
of a source without end
was only discovered
through deep diving expeditions
that took place on the inside

I stood on the shoreline of my sanity
at the gravesite of my vanity
The birthplace of my sexuality
The boundaries of my family
Exhausted from decades of waves pounding
against the definition of my self worth

Sand swallowed my toes and I crumbled
like poorly built, dehydrated sandcastles
as I stood in the shower
Arms outstretched
bracing myself against the tile
so I didn't drown

Feeling the water flow over my skin
my chest opened wide
and the ocean poured out
My mouth open wide
releasing the silence
I had been swimming in

Sobs and gasps and gulps
the size of the Pacific
baptized me
in the magnitude
of a possibility
I had never known

I had never been to this harbor
I had never felt the pull of this tide
The power of the undertow
rendered me helpless
A rag doll surrendered
Flushing my orifices with salt and grit

Scraping all the barnacles from my hull
with one gigantic swell
Drawing out all infection
imperfection and dis-ease
with that force full invasion 

of rejuvenating, intravenous, saline solution

That unfathomable vast
The incomprehensible, magnificent, bottomless oddysey

called more love than I could possibly imagine
is the only ocean
that has ever truly commanded
my attention

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