Nature
by 
John G.Hall
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Posted: Sunday, January 2, 2005 Word Count: 112 Summary: For Sri Lanka & all the victims of the tide. |
Natures
a human sea laps the ripped tide
a broken coast line of sapient foam,
splinters of people fired into our hearts
the Buddha's blood mixed in a crazed bowl,
our love spurts over the vaults of Iraqi dead
towards the blasted paradise of Sri Lanka,
nature storms the bleachers of our bones
love sucked out & spat into the raw dark,
here water is thicker than blood
& squeezed rock begins to bleed
here mud fills empty eye wells & skin
pops open under wedding rings,
yet extinct beings are transformed
into acts of love, beside the bodies
of our species we are made human
nature conservationists or nothing.
John G.Hall(C)2005
a human sea laps the ripped tide
a broken coast line of sapient foam,
splinters of people fired into our hearts
the Buddha's blood mixed in a crazed bowl,
our love spurts over the vaults of Iraqi dead
towards the blasted paradise of Sri Lanka,
nature storms the bleachers of our bones
love sucked out & spat into the raw dark,
here water is thicker than blood
& squeezed rock begins to bleed
here mud fills empty eye wells & skin
pops open under wedding rings,
yet extinct beings are transformed
into acts of love, beside the bodies
of our species we are made human
nature conservationists or nothing.
John G.Hall(C)2005