Ultrastructural Study of Grief

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Unpublished : copyright remains with author Philomena Ewing.

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