Somewhere behind tinted soft gelatinous windows,
Somewhere past vibrating ossicles and membrane,
A complex inweaving of synapses and chemistry,
A living soul hewn from grey matter and mystery,
Sights, sounds, taste, touch, love, and every pain,
A sifting of I and thou, as angels, as devils winnow,
The human.
Innocence,
Incense,
Soul.
Some ones bear the weight of a race devolving,
Ancient myth and memory in prose and in poetry,
Succumb, as a binary matrix dulls in monochrome --
A petulant power ravages each soul in every biome,
'Til all is mourning and a communion of poverty,
And faith and faithfulness corroded, dissolving,
Spirit.
Innocence,
Bereft,
Child.
One man, this man, numb, as the numbing drumming,
As devils -- of flesh or fire -- smith guns from ploughs,
Crush and crucify the imago dei --innocence executed,
Kin of other tone or tongue -- these powerless, uprooted,
While lost clerics and pilgrims, proclaim and espouse,
The love of their own power, a gospel so unbecoming,
of Emmanuel.
Innocence,
Bruised,
Smolders.
A few of our suffering kin...
Palestine
Ukraine
Ghana
Sierra Leone
Afghanistan
Honduras
Sierra Leone
Myanmar
Nigeria
Sudan
Yemen
Orphans
Widows
Migrants
Innocence
Lost.
