FOR ALL LIVING THINGS FOUND IN DUMP HEAPS

FOR ALL LIVING THINGS FOUND

IN DUMP HEAPS

 

 

Who thought not

enough of you

 

to feel the thickness

of their own blood-black Soul

 

its drip

down icy stems of poisoned leaves

left to gasp and wither

in the acrid air.

 

Anything

 

anything at all

that loved you once

 

remembers your unconditional    gleeful

wag

 

or

 

if human,

 

the beautiful way you smiled to everyone

in the face of tragedy or un-Godly betrayal.

 

Both ~ ~

With your infinite

and insatiable

impulse to always forgive . . .

 

Both ~ ~

Could not have known

 

you were soon to

outwardly face head-on

the opposite side of the coin

as evil winked in.

 

For all living things found

in dump heaps

 

I think you go to a special place

 

a place where Monarch butterflies

fly from the juicy ripeness and sweetness

of your lips

 

where song-birds speak for you

as though coming from

your own throat

 

where a million wild flowers

bloom inside

your brilliant heart.

 

© Susan Joyner-Stumpf