On the dark lonely hill covered with snow
pieces of granite, marble, cement line up
as if dominos ready to fall. All that remains
of the church that was once here is a hole
in the ground and unlike the other holes
that have been filled, this one remains empty
except for watery mud and the skeleton of
an Oak tree in the center. I am sure if you
could find an old timer here on the hill they
could tell you the name of the church, even
the name of what might have been a town.
There isn’t anyone within miles of this place.
As the loose snow is wiped from the stones
I find some mayors, councilmen, reverends
wives and husbands, children gone too soon
and many stones whose names have faded
into time as have those who occupy the hole
beneath. Some stones barely poke through
the ground, others are tilting and yet others
lay flat sinking into the earth. There was a
time when all these people mattered but for
now and forever they rest forgotten on a
dark lonely hill covered with snow.
Nature knows no mercy in the wars of the earth that are
ongoing everyday everywhere. Humans mask it in causes
other beings more honest, it is all about survival.
At the base of a tree whose trunk is twisted into a knot
rotting under the sun two great armies of ants clash. Limbs
bodies pile high until the victors are only left alive.
Along the treeless ridge without grass, a goat chews on a
rock, he can no longer lift his head, his cracked teeth on
the ground. A featherless hawk holds the carcass of a
squirrel in its talons.
In a great valley two great armies of man clash. Bombs
mortars explode, bullets pierce smoke, sulfur fills the air.
Limbs, bodies rot, the violence so great even the rats flee.
No one is safe. Those on the right side and those on left attack
those in the middle and like the ants under the twisted trunk
of the tree, these waring peoples will fight until the victors are
only left alive.
The sun is white, moon is yellow, and there are no clouds in the
sky. Fire rains down from the skies and bursts forth from the
bowels of the earth. Smokeless fires burn the prairies, winds blow
through cities. Skyscrapers fall one by one crushing all below.
Polar caps melt, oceans rise cleansing all that was destroyed. Waters
recede, A great calm follows, sun shines. Cockroaches scurry
about the small green sprouts that rise from the earth.
It begins again.