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The
truth floats by like ash strewn on the waters
of the Ganges
It falls as bodies from a burning skyscraper
with disintegrating wings
A thousand-petalled lotus of cellular memory
from dawn to dusk on a mortal planet
I grieve its loss
as a blue light fades
Across
our landscape
innocent seeds diluted and augmented
grow into nothing
while time scatters shriveled leaves
Doors
open to the truth
but close like caskets placed in yet warm earth
we struggle to emerge through
as it flies from our hands toward heaven
away
Wave
good-bye to the archives
No headstone
Only artificial imagery of prehistoric doom tales
brought to you in a box of petulant nightmares
In these days of pining for purity even the family dog
is eulogized
But the truth lies in unmarked graves
c.
Joan Didak, 1/6/2 |