Limb By Limb
Limb by limb I fulfill my purpose
Parallel growth
As above so below
An instinct ingrained after god’s first touch
A clear linear purpose
As my mother and father before me
And their father and mother before them
We have joyful conversations with the sun
An intimate relationship with the earth
Kissed by the breeze
And kept company by the many dwellers of the wilderness
All with a purpose
An eternal symbiosis born of wordless vows
Never broken
Never questioned
Limb by limb
I grow with the breath of life surrounding me
Vast areas of land unbrozen by the rough hands of the west unlike some
Unpolluted by grey fog or white lights made by man
But here there are only ancient emerald spires
My kin My home My family
Russling a chorus of
“Live well if not long, be brilliant, be strong.”
And I try
Every breath I try I try
My purpose is clear My way is straight
But there are wolves in these woods
Boots that crunch and curse and kill
Limb by Limb
I am dismembered
Uprooted and brutalized by calloused greedy hands
No one has come for me
No advocate for the defenseless
The battered few that have become many
No sanctuary
And with ever grind of greeds sharp teeth
My life is null perverse and lost
I am broken
Broken open
And sucked dry of my gorgeous purpose
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