Burn It All
Burn the clay, smash it to dust.
And leaves..changing from green to fire engine red,
Of them I feed into the mix.
And meteor showers drop stardust from their tails,
A scorched seasoning sprinkled upon the mound.
These I stir without refrain,
As Norsemen add winter tears.
To the ashes from the bust,
For the powdered clay, the dust,
Watered by the spring fed well,
Clamoring in the din of hell.
Knowing not how it was built– they fell.
Stirring and crying to be free,
Mud of the slave’s blood to knee,
Marking out the strings within the chains of time,
Neither their own or yours or mine:
Trapped as the pantomime…
© Marshall G. Kent Sr. 2015
Response to our Inspiration Call on December 2, 2015
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