Song of the Earth and the Body

The Earth
hard and molten
water, tears
rock and ice
warm and cold
and flesh and bone
stench and sweetness
from the sunken caves of
our bedrock morals
spilling red of new auroral
The veil of light in
sunrise – sunset
covers and clothes
bodies reposed in
darkness
rich and ample
soft as fleece or
rough like the gravel--
grovel on the road and bed of the refugee--
holding – running – hoping – weeping – searching – running
scarcely resting
pushing back the gun shots ringing
running from the bullets reeling
people falling reaching slipping
waves of bodies crashing – crushing
into beds of sand and stone that sucks its treasure out to sea
beneath the surface our
hearts are beating
every single human body pumping blood
our necks are warm with rhythmic life
our chests are full of swallowed air
our minds are pressed with lines of thought
our eyes are filled reflecting light
our flesh feels out with drifting sense our sins
of self
and what we know
and what we keep
the waving sins
Promethean fire
and pools reflecting
vanish to vapor as you draw nearer.