Love the Wounded, Cry for the Dead

Wind.
Water.
Warm song.
Whisper.
Shine rose
wither with time.

Shade a ripe storm.
The sky.
Eden’s moon.
Spring us.
Special you.

Wilt the secret,
laugh.
Sweet earth
the old day
clumps to mold.
A shadow reappearing
for verse.
Vapid torpid butterfly
vacuous wings.

Maternity air bleeding.
Wry fingers veil patterns
of wombs.
Disease for a life.
Vanity for the dead.
Benumbed sun casts
marble grass.

Silver Lake frost
crystal bird.
Lost drowsy noonday
birth.
Tears bumble like
bees on fire this
is how we are wounded
with dusted wings.

Cry for the dead.
Cry for babies being
born.
Ask for a blessing
to a higher God.
Wake the trees
slip onto eternity.
Awake and save
your womb.
Unchanged not knowledgeable
cursed beyond repair.