Innocence

 

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.