Filling the Ditch

Filling the Ditch   6/30/'2014

It doesn’t seem real

The incredible blessings

And unspeakable horror

That come in a drizzle

Or gush down on our heads.

It is not something

Anyone can understand

As God acts

Or waits.

The creeping vines grow up the wall

And the moss spreads

Between the rocks

We age

And then we die.

But what took centuries to build

Can be gone in a heartbeat

Because preservation takes work

Dedication and sacrifice.

The storm comes from afar

And only a fool

Cannot see it coming

As it brews

And as it boils. 

The debt is high

More than we can pay

But everyone who lives

Must bear the cost. 

Blood runs in the dirt

As the dead lay unburied

In the heat of the sun

They are stripped 

And defiled.

Do not doubt their hatred

And do not doubt their resolve

As they rage, murder

Pillage and plunder.

Squared steel awaits

Plummeting through the sky 

Whistling down through the clouds 

Smashing mountains 

And melting rock.  

Penetrating deep 

The iron thunderbolts drive 

Screaming for home 

And all who die before it.