An Anamnesis Of Spring √

burying seeds

Children hanging from ceilings

Bleeding hearts and aching bodies,

And their broken minds.

Some things have gotten through and
punctured what is unconquerable

and made it seem feeble.

The well is poisoned, the water is unclear.

The trees that will bear the sweetest fruit have been cut off.

We should have been planting seeds.

Instead of burning forests.