And only more hopelessness
goes into the vat
It is a cauldron of utter
despair and the loss
is ultimate & disturbing.
Prayers? are whispered ash
and dust on a soft July
breeze through some warm
and very beautiful orchard
which is even farther away
from Here.

The rotting stench is an
infection already everywhere
(an environment of disease)

And the demonic fowl
swooping and diving
tearing nips and bites-

We get picked apart regardless
of anything because death
is that shadow cast by
all of Creation
under the gentle sun
of a summer
of joys and past times
and lemonade & laughter

Children pick clovers
& see w/bright wondrous eyes.