My foster brother just spent an hour telling me that I am not a weapon. Instead it is my most ardent desire to be a planter of seeds. This is why. A world full of places to call home, and people to live together in them, is the only thing worth striving for.
Children’s Story
ReplyDeleteDig that hole above
The earth’s protective shell, let
Radiation singe
The glaciers and oil, dissolve
Rapunzel’s hair and false teeth.
[Disposable Tanka July 3, 2010]
Dr. Mike
Children’s Story
ReplyDeleteWhat fill the holes? Bones
Knocked about in wheelbarrows
Of armies crossing
The Alps. Scavengers and thieves
Wave hello, hung from the trees.
[Disposable Tanka July 3, 2010]
Dr. Mike
This made me burst into tears.
ReplyDeleteMy foster brother just spent an hour telling me that I am not a weapon. Instead it is my most ardent desire to be a planter of seeds. This is why. A world full of places to call home, and people to live together in them, is the only thing worth striving for.
Thank you.