The Redwood
Bathe in the blood of the shuddering people, cleanse their pain. Won’t you smile, asked the redwood, I am Love...
And collect the limbs of affinity, stack them high in Iraq and Afghanistan. Bury them in exactness… then sleep. Years and years will soon fade without truth- without compassion, our most ancient vow.
If the redwood breathes, might our love?
© 2010 by mark prime
And collect the limbs of affinity, stack them high in Iraq and Afghanistan. Bury them in exactness… then sleep. Years and years will soon fade without truth- without compassion, our most ancient vow.
If the redwood breathes, might our love?
© 2010 by mark prime