A Communal Death March

And so the song of death steeps into our lives
A privileged opportunity to touch immortality

A life spent
Is never wasted
It holds us
In check
Like judges
Of
Human Kind
A grand jury
Quietly conveying
From generation to generation
The truth
Of our
Existence

“We're all in this thing together
Walking the line between faith and fear
This life don’t last forever
Many cry and no one tasted the salt of their tears
It’s slow road to freedom”
(Inspired by the song “were all in this together”
By Old Crow Medicine Show)

Cultivated Chaos

They wait
Patient and confident
In their swallowing tombs

Whispers of confidence
Caressing
Whimpers of despair

“Be brave.”
“God, help us.”

Huddled, frightened, cold
Subordinates to the cause
Accepting deeply, what they say
Led, unwittingly, through mortar and stone

Whispers of hope
Reassuring
Whimpers of acceptance

“It will be over soon.”
“It will be over soon.”

Fear rimmed eyes
In night shirts and slippers
Running, dragged, falling
Lost to us
In a child’s nightmare
Come true