Darkest Soil

Darkest Soil

Materialize before my eyes:
Amorphous clumps of clay
In puddles of brown broth
Walk around with empty mouths

That house ravens of despair
Silent stupidity and empty
Sockets follow blindly
A path hewn ages before
They even existed in weary
Acceptance of fate unavoidable.

                                  And I follow slowly;
                                  Crawl on elbows;
                                  Claw with hands that grab
                                  Mud as a last rope
                                  To pull me away from
                                  Emptiness shown on
                                  Their faces while they step over
                                  Me in strange indifference
                                  To continue their way

                    My head rests on hands

                    slick and silt with tears

                    spilt for their mute life

                    where words have no 

                    weight but what is put

                    in one outpour of grief
They say from darkest soil
Lightest flowers grow
Salty water sprinkles
Where my knees touch
My lips softly kiss
Lovingly, in hope.

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March 11, 2017
Copyright © Darren White