poetry

Why won’t you die
For what you believe in?
Why won’t you lie—
Sores ripe from a beating?

Animals and plants don’t judge me. 
And when I talk to them, they listen.

The sky is gray
Kneel and pray
As ash darkens
The window sill.

We have fast food
clogging arteries;
TV dinners cloaked
in cancerous wraps;
cell phones frying
private parts;

I feel Godly when staring at ants—
less so with elephants and orcas;
the latter sings and swims for leagues,
the prior’s trunk caresses and ensnares;

Why does one person marvel at a flash of lightning, and another shudder in terror?
Why does the rain soothe some, while others are soaked in sorrows?