What Was That You Said?

What Was That You Said?

How can I say no to her? She’s been waiting so long for someone to speak, she’s been chained and bound, she’ been red and found, but not by man, she is his birthplace, he cannot escape! She’s Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, Love.

We are not what we were only a moment ago. We’re aloft, afloat toward our fear and not our memory. From our fear and not our memory come our sins. Fear cannot be memorized or drained through the fibers of man’s flesh. Beneath the sadness she’s been writhing. She’s been turning corners hoping the light stays green.

Oh, my Love. I am here. Don’t cry.

Your children are dying.

Music skipped from the quake, what was that you said?

Your children are dying.

I thought that’s what you said.

Yet you’d rather not cry? You’d rather make light and have been for nothing? There are no winners when everyone’s running for their lives.

The game’s rigged.

Heaven, where we stand, our feet, without direction, wander with the wind.

How could Love ever have let this happen?

How could humankind have been so sadly wrong?

© 2011 by mark prime