We Are Becoming Compost

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We are Becoming Compost

Keratin, Calcium, Magnesium, Brine

Fiber, Liquid, Bone.

Root, Leaf, Thorn

Worm, Rot and Wine

Peeled

Combusted

Spontaneous Loss

Of incomes, plans, loved ones

Certainty.

We are Fragile

We have always been vulnerable.

Feigning our strength

Eliminating predators

Imagining Superiority

Fears vanquished for centuries,

Come rushing back in.

The house of cards has tumbled,

The games of power and progress have ended.

The only game in town is chance.

We are Being Culled

Peeled apart and torn open.

Catapulted onto the pyre.

Burned down to the ground.

Digging graves for newly dead bodies

And still warm dreams.

Loved ones are carted off by the tens of thousands

Into boxes with wailing sirens.

Monitored, tubed, vented.

Longing for touch, breath,

Boredom.

We are Being Re-Purposed

Told we are unessential

Uprooted and tossed aside.

Told we are essential

Then not protected.

Summarily dismissed or taken for granted.

The lack of care

Is wide

 and shockingly deep.

We are Locking Down

Freed from the cages of our habits

The push of our expectations

Those with homes shelter in

Becoming increasingly familiar with their bedroom walls

And each other.

Those without emerge day after day

Carting food and essentials to the fortunate

Saving lives

Risking their own.

We are Cracking Open

Discarding Layers of Composure

Discovering the rot of false progress and gain

Recognizing the downsides of urban density.

Our reputations grow hair and roots.

In this chasm

We are gaining stature.

 Becoming mountains and valleys,

Rushing rivers and steady streams,

Granite mountains and wind-worn oaks

Wells of deep grief and salt water.

We are Planting

Churning spring rains

Mulching a new sanity

Ancient wisdom burrowing through fertile soil

Planting remembrance.

Deepening Potential.

We will Arise

With creativity and determination

We will find new purpose

And our essential nature.

We will emerge a changed people

Into a world we will not recognize.

We will value more, want less

Capable of caring for

Our world

Where

All

Life

Is

Essential.

Margaret Rosenau

Easter Sunday, 2020