Final Notice

A poem speaking to our slow and deliberate destruction and unbalance of nature

 

Photography by Kenneth Parker

 

Final Notice

Crystal tears
 fell from the sky, over mountains
 and leaky valleys, freeing echoes
 from another time and place,
 through lacerated seams in
 Mother's wall; funny
 how
 ancient wounds
 still bleeds.
Just the other day I caught
 sight of the shine, finally
 looking through eyes
 that see, but time
 is not ours to
replay...too
many
 sins to repay, for casting
stones at mother's house.
~
Provocative dreams fail
 me now, replaced by
 a myriad of faces
 with jaded eyes
and
 mindless
 stares, as mother hands

 down eviction papers.

Nicole
©
2008