The Children of Light, Water, and Clay
Every day
the sun that once fed the forest
dries and crackles the clay,
and the rains that once quenched its thirst
wash the crumbs away.
The flesh and bones of the perished
slowly decay into dust,
and ruined expanses of cities
gradually crumble and rust.
The dust of all that we were
turns back to blood in the streams
as our fragile memorials to greed
get swept away with our dreams.
The scars that we left on the land
are washed anew by the slurry
as the remnants of the wronged
swallow the sins of the buried.
We who remain cling to rocks
slowly forgetting our past.
Forgetting what we have lost.
The echoes of songs do not last.
This is what it will take,
for we who have lost our way,
to remember who we are,
the children of light, water, and clay. |