winter solstice…

night
did not end
nor
did the crying
stop
wails arose
from
every corner
of
the world
food
and
water
had started
the last
war
only a few
survived
now
even they
cried out for mercy
but
none
was to be found
mother earth
would not speak to them
for they
had not listened
to her pleas
for
mercy
for
the other
living creatures
that had once
inhabited this planet
creatures
sacrificed
for
corporate profit
and
political power
so
now
that
the sands of time
were
everywhere
man
was alone
dying
and
after
the joyous funeral
mother earth
will begin
a rebirth

 

younger brother’s blindness…

younger brother's blindness

dry grass burns
like a funeral pyre
in the river bed
the river
is dead
cattle kneel
as if in prayer
bowing a parched head
the river
is dead
it flows not
nor holds any life
older brother said
the river
is dead
mother earth
will shed no more tears
filling river beds
the river
is dead
man hears not
wealth’s his only thought
a thirst for silver
but death’s
the river

dust to dust….

Photograph by CWMartin

when your dust
settles back
into mother earth
and the tears
of sorrow
have dried
what sounds
will be heard
above the rumble
of time passing
a mumbled mantra
chanted to convince
others of their
love for you
or the roar
of deeds
well done