LACRIMAE RERUM (Tears of things)

The beauty, wretched and weak,
Lives full force breathing dusty
Fragments of his bitter hatred.
Captivated by her failing grace,
Once flowing blossom lights now
Escape the gleaming world of things.

Weeping wounds fester and writhe –
Screaming to bare fruit in man’s world,
Ripping and scratching at the surface,
Hoping that earth mother hears us.
She continues holding to account hubris.
Now let her breathe fire and enter us:
The tears we share need her voice.


David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2018) Poetry for Business : Continuing Conversations. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. LACRIMAE RERUM (Tears of things). Page Number 75.

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