An Ultrastructural Study of Grief
Unless a wheat grain falls on the ground and dies,it remains only a single grain; but if it dies, it yields a rich harvest. John 12 .
Variegated daylight opens
on the light and darker greens of
root shoot and leaf.
Life is pinpointed, opened up,
examined and left discarded.
Now all is compost on a hot heap of rot,
fermented hopes are tossed in
with molecular geniuses lying lost,
in lush valleys and summer dreams long gone.
Youthful trophisms and blossoms are fading,
Old forms now are degrading,
hydrogen-sulphiding through the earth.
Rotten egg smells pervade through layered piles.
The recycling of karyotypes
can be heard shuffling through the litter,
while the weevils intercrop
with subterranean termites and
Pseudomonas fluorescens growing all around.
Evening falls and closes on this salted ground.
Now sentence is being passed on this world
as we wait to be lifted and drawn to God again.
Unpublished : copyright remains with author Philomena Ewing.