HUMAN CONVERSATION

E.E. Jacks - Original Art Work - Oil Painting
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On my way home
Winter heather blooms
Frosted white
As Fragile as our existence in spider webs cast last spring
Beneath the boughs
Black snakes lay
Curled together
Gathered in moss
They cry in mist
Rain falls
Aș do I
I attempt to gather the essence of my own sentience in this place
In the swoop of a matriarchal owl
In the croak of a crows beak
In swollen Cranberry creek
A sudden flash of light
A sudden crash of night
And darkness comes
The brave take the spade
They wander the stolen streets
Remembering
My people
My humans with human bones
Human blood
Human tones
We bleed
Water grief and stones
In the distance
Fools dig a well in a wetland
The water is not for the bees
It is for the thieves
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VERIFY YOU ARE HUMAN - Poetry by EE Jacks