d u s t

look at he
who lay down on the ground to die.

writhing in ceremonial distress
amongst us–
who were once the walking dead.

in a hush of thunder
Absolute surrender.
we consider such veracity;
the Power of Example;
the Belligerent Denial of Things Spiritual
the reality of a sot
lost to hope
while his day passed

.

late

Silence somber as the sirens’ scream
or some god that close no door without opening a window. sobering still another door opened and. no other did heart close.

the hoot. our saving grace. our sacred sanctuary. our sunday best turned toll into words unknown.

we looked at he lay down on the ground
and be lift into the next.. . we might have known.
or never.

A moment later, a woman spoke.
“Reckon he needed to be here”

i reckon still we all needed
to be. there. And we were.

// ae