Taketh Away

March 1, 2008

There is an unfounded collectivization universally present

and certainly not unheard of that bruises a soul, but allows

a warmth, later, in some to migrate to their heart of homes.

 

Can one not keep up with an idea that all parts are salvageable?

Human half shells spared, not relieved of required development.

They are floating in the sky that awaits a song of the sparrow.

 

They are number to number, our sweet babies coming forward

as joy, naked at first, crying, dependant of higher hands to comfort

and bathe them, feed them, sculpt their little bodies with security.

 

Par excellence and preeminent of existence, these novice souls

are provisions for half souls who can now carry their wishes to

carry onward, and they provide soft stability to all surnames.

 

But this, too, cannot go accomplished. Often, our Great Deliberator

decides upon a de novo trial to scintillate our little ones as light to return

for reasons, perhaps, like a myth, to better sustain some future correlation.

 

Unbeknownst with actuality, it is a feeling that will never truly claim this

loss by a mean-spiritedness of a head meandering crudely, indecisively

and arbitrarily striking to deter through a rampage of seething accordance.

 

© 2008 Jarrod C. Lacy