Client Poem: In Search of Me

I was taught to not pay attention
Let the stars shine and the crickets chirp
The night’s dead to you, child.
The whole world is dead to you in fact.
The light, the air, the green trees, the earth
Mock your existence
Do not go into the night to hear its call
Listen to my hand marring your cheek
But poetry arrived
in search of me
I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river….
It swam to me, claimed me, its mark not stinging
but caressing my cheek
Pay attention
And I, infinitesimal being,
felt myself pulled into the abyss,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

I rage at your ignorance
At your blind eyes
And even blinder heart
The earth is dead to you
I am dead to you
A thing, a statistic, a number, a piece
What you couldn’t see is that you are part
of this earth
You made it corrupt
The earth’s vines are calling your name
Reap your rewards, father.
Reap your rewards.
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