Sprout

Sprout

Unbeknownst to me

The seed’s skin cracked

There, the springy tender sprout

Beneath the manure

Beneath the putrid rotting of agony

On the other side of the bars

Of the deadly flames of deception

Amidst the shadowy dust and baggage of ash

From the poison of that

Which passed beyond a will

The serpent that enacts more

Than a generations ill

And the wrath which tainted

More than anyone could imagine

 

Here, by will of God

I pray that that which I found

Outlives the bitter memories

You leave behind

That that which awoke

Not only will push above

By be nourished by

And fermented upon

Until such s**t will be of the past

Bearing fruit of humility

Dipped in such nectar

As to be so much kinder than

More ripe and tender

That is ever could

 

So that the lineage who served and suffered

May their spirits be blessed by

The blossoming of such possibilities

To the extent to which

Even the ground you s**t upon

Will know its blessing