Wednesday, June 3, 2020

The first shall be last and the last shall be first

Historical grief slips secretly generation into generation…
Unseen yet visible emotionality
In sterile familiar poverty;
Pain, sacrifice still poisons unresolved time.
Victims caught in moments of past and present tragedy
That left a legacy of tears, haunting children presently.
Adults respond to medicate away impersonal pain 
Leading to destruction, cycle; again.
From senses understanding incomplete.
And, the land murmurs in despair, as well as in
The very air 
Filters atmosphere, in pathos steeped ...

Spirits all around
Some Native to this land, others brought to serve and slave
Still overlapping the sequence
Beyond dying, outside the living
Imprints of sorrow nestled in the soil
Discerned by the unconscious living mind perceiving
The footprints of historic grief.... 
T.Truesdale


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