Mother, We Are Sorry

Born of our arrogant indignation

We wake from the ashes

A first breath, cold with remorse

In the afterbirth, we search

For one last drop of forgiveness

Step, into your divine wilderness

A release, between forest greens

An ever-flowing river of ease

Through the vast expanse

Of untrammeled remains

Till this day we overcome

Bear witness to the slaughter

Of daybreak, dripping with contempt

For the countless masses left behind

As they weep with the knowledge

And the vision, of death’s dance

It’s touch, as you reclaim

That which rightfully is yours


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49 comments

  1. First, thank you for following my blog.
    This is a powerful poem River – I am happy to have discovered your writing through Michael. I enjoyed reading your “About” bio and your wife’s comment made me smile … hey, when you have a story or a poem in your head, it is a distraction and you simply must get it flowing from brain to fingertips before you lose that thought!

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